Me in time

When you see me, you may think of a rock.
Cause I'm not the one that tries to mock.
I go along with what everyone says.
For I am scared of my rocking my popularityness.

As your opposite, I reveal too much.
Not caring, not thinking, not thinking of such.
Why are there people, who wants to be mean?
To all the little people in the World I've seen.

I am waiting for a better day.
When everybody can stand and scream "Yay!"
But that won't happen in a long time.
In the meantime, I don't give a "daim".