Why must people torment me?
I already have enough insecurities.
Laughing and talking behind my back,
I feel like putting my head inside a paper sack.
Sometimes I wish I could be one of them, just once.
To feel how it is to be popular and not a dunce.
I know they have problems too,
But they have a lot more fun than I do.
Why do people have to ridicule me?
I have so many things inside that they don't see.
Their laughter arises in the air, to the ceilings.
I guess they don't think that I have any feelings.
It may seem like I have nothing to hide,
But I'm camouflaging the hurt I have inside.
And sometimes people may think I don't care,
But it really hurts when people just stare.
I am a loser, that's what everyone thinks.
While lower and lower my emotions do sink.
I'm a weirdo, a freak, it's nothing new.
Not even my family cares what I do.
I cannot take the hurt for very long.
Will people even care if forever I am gone?
While I'm in this world I must endure the pain.
It is no one's fault, I have my own self to blame.
I sit alone in my room, crying myself to sleep,
While I'm think of how I must be a creep.
A lot of times I don't even like myself.
And if I don't care, why should anyone else?
