I come to the crowds and I'm still alone
I sit with 'friends' but it's never home
I cheer along, smile and yell
But all the time it feels like hell.
Why do I come, and endure pain?
To show I'm brave, and hide the shame?  

Perhaps in hope that one may care, not spit and laugh, and leave me bare
They say i'm pretty, what's that mean?
When looks don't keep me company.