There's something wrong with me;
Sometimes i think i feel depressed,
But i always seem happy.
I always look into the mirror,
Waiting for something pretty to see,
But it's just me.
They say I'm ahead or smart,
I say i just got good memory.
They say I'm ugly,
But they want to be like me.
I never have felt like i fit in,
And if i do, then i would probably have to sin.
And i always talk to myself
Since I'm always by myself;
So i don't know if I'm okay,
Or if they record everything i say.
Unfortunately, i feel this bad every day.
Sometimes i feel like I'm adopted,
That i somehow don't belong;
But if i tell someone this,
They'd say I'm stupid and wrong.
I'm scared of the way i feel,
Scared that this is so real,
And that there's more through a lot more years;
But i don't care;
My Guardian Angel is always to care for me here...
