Why is it when I go someplace new
That everyone always tried to tell me what to do?
Don't they understand I'm new at this school?
Why don't they get that I'm not a fool?
I don't understand the way they act
But people like them more than me, it's a fact
Am I just weird and everyone else is normal?
They don't know it, but they make me feel horrible
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They sure as heck know it now.
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My Midnight: A Second Collection Of Poetry
PoetryThis is my second collection of poetry.
