I try

Crying in my room,trying to make myself bloom.I'm tired of staying sad, and letting people make me mad.

I tried so hard to fit in,but looks like I committed a sin.Why did this only happen to me,nobody cared and they let me be.

She shut the door in my face,I tried so hard to solve this case.He talked trash behind my back,I mean can't they cut me a slack.

Somehow I think i'll live,though I'll live without a thrill,For once, I demand a right,To make my life a bit bright.

                                                           Aanya Sharda