When I look out at the crowd I try to think that I’m allowed
But I’m outside
When I try to say the words it’s never what they think they heard
I’m on the outside
I try to make my words make sense but I still have no friends
Stuck on the outside
I wonder how it feels
To feel like something real
I wonder how it feels to feel a part of it all
No matter how many times I try to change my insides
They still show me as something sight unseen
I wish I knew someone who understood me
So I could understand them
Be somebody who somebody else can see
I am so tired of feeling
Exhausted over feeling
Like the only person who sees me is me
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