They talk behind my back,
They hide me in a sack,
And pretend I was never there,
All they do is stare,
This is a thought I can not bare,
So once again I glare,
This is simply unfair.
Where do they get the nerve,
To call me a freak,
When they are the geeks,
So what if I’m a freak?,
I’d rather be alone,
Than to be one of them.
But some how,
The tears find me anyway,
And I can never get away from this pain,
It grips on to me every second of everyday,
And nothing I can do,
Will change it,
Maybe some day I will face it,
I’m destined to be alone. |
