Do you know what it's like to be me?
To be crying all the time or always feeling funny?
Well I don't think you really wanna know
You tell people your problems but it seems like they're like, so?
You say what's on your mind,
People pretend they care just to be kind.
You get told the words I love you,
But always feel like it's not true.
When you think the one you love,
Is somehow sent from above,
But for some reason that might be insane,
You think that they don't think about you the same.
People just don't understand
They say I'm as lucky as any woman or man,
But why don't I feel like it?
Why do I feel like shit?
Why do I always get angry?
Why do I think I'm crazy?
Why don't I believe it when they call me pretty?
And why can't I be someone else but me?
I guess these questions are natures mysteries,
Questions you can't answer even as perfect as you may be.
I know I can be hard to please,
But it's not my fault god made me imperfect like rotten cheese.
I never know what to do,
Sometimes I wish I could be just like you.
I wish I could sign out loud,
I wish I could hear my name and be proud.
I wish people would pay attention to me,
Even if I can be shy and picky.
It's no reason to think that you're better than anyone else.
It's not my fault god made me myself
If only people could see
That there are people like me
People who have feelings too
People who wanna fit in just like you.
But we can't all be the same
Or else this world would just be to lame,
We just have to be who we really are,
And notcare about wanting to be a star.
Nobody's perfect, and not even you,
So next time you insult someone think about their feelings to.
