Why do I feel like I have to hide,
If we are all a little broken inside?
Maybe I am ashamed or at times a little scared,
but I shouldn’t have to feel this way.
I wish I could make them accept me,
or even just try to understand.
After all even if they don't like it,
I didn’t choose to be this way.
I tried to change myself,
To become someone they wanted me to be.
But there are some things they don't see,
They don't see how it’s left me broken, scarred, and bruised.
There are a lot of mental scars and even more physical,
but either way they’re something they can never see.
I know they couldn't understand,
with their narrow minded points-of-view.
I mean how could you understand,
Someone so much different from you.
They would call me weird, stupid, and even a freak,
Or say how they are better without me and that I’m just a waste of space.
I know that’s what they'd say because I've heard it all before,
Now all that’s left is fake smiles and empty words.