I’m not special, I’m alone
I’m not unique I’m different, in a bad way
A certain kind of queer you just can’t get out of your head.
Like the annoying pop song from that one artist you hate
I stick out like a sore thumb.
I don’t fit in with the crowd, your crowd.
That’s why I can’t fathom why you’d ever love me for it.
A peculiar little odd thing like me.
With her head stuck in her books and looking at you with that look.
I could never tell, maybe at some point you did love me.
And that’s what confused me the most.
Because you treated me like I was the one you hated the most.
