Alone

You walk by me every day
and I try and hold your stare.
But something inside me holds me back.
The thought that you don't care.

I try to make friends, I swear!
But they all just make fun of me.
They can't accept the fact,
and they will never see.

I'm dying on the inside
with no one to help me threw
Would I have to break a vein
to get attention from you?

Would I have to get down
and pray on my knees.
Would I have to take a drag
just so someone sees?

Will I always be alone?
Different from the world?
Or will I be a happy one?
Like every other girl.

No, I'm not going to be someone else
just to be liked by you
I'd rather live me life alone
Then to be judged by you!