Weird.
Alone.
Freak.
Never fitting in.
Thats me.
I try to be, who they want to see.
But they never get away from the past.
I was
Weird.
Alone.
A freak.
I remember how it felt that one day.
I was the outsider, looking in.
The one who shouldn't be there.
I frowned at their, or should I say her, smiling face
Left in the dust by one who was called my Best Friend.