Today I will cry,
And wish that I would die.
I just don't care anymore.
My heart is so sore.
Everytime I write a poem or song,
I feel like I just don't belong.
I am the outcast-
The unwanted one.
Now I'm becoming like their son.
Only if my life wasn't like this.
Well of course that's only a wish.
I dream and I dream,
But I only end up wanting to scream!
I am dead inside,
So today I will cry.
