I’m not like you,
Trust me,
I’m different,
Weird,
A freak,
And I’m not afraid to admit it,
I’m original,
And proud of it,
I can be different people,
But I’m not bipolar,
I’m just me,
I can be funny,
Smart,
Crazy,
Nice,
But all you see,
All you ever see,
Is the part of me,
That wants to give up,
That stopped trying,
That’s quiet,
That’s a loner,
That wants to hide,
But there’s still part of me that likes that side of me,
She doesn’t give a fuck,
Doesn’t care about popularity,
That likes sitting alone,
Blaring music in her ears,
That doesn’t care if her friends ignore her,
She will ignore them because of that,
But the part of me that I seem to like,
Is self-conscious,
Is afraid of what people will think of her,
Doesn’t like people,
Never feels like doing anything,
She’s always clinging to her friends,
For support,
For everything,
Can’t do anything by herself,
Has to be around people,
Who care,
To act like who she is,
I’m sure you don’t care,
I’m only another lost person,
Never going to see the light,
Or maybe I’m going to make myself see it,
I’m just me,
Not what you want,
But what I want,
Ever think that,
I am just,
