Does someone know what I do? Do they care what I go through?
Someone should know how I look, if someone really care they would stare.
Stare into my eyes and discover who I really am and hug me hard.
I want a shoulder to cry on, I want a remedy to my broken heart.
But all they do is blaming me and show me that I am no worth.
They keep on pointing their finger at me but what they will do if they knew.
Will they stop? Will they pity? Or will they still laugh at me?