You know they talk about you.
The second you walk away you know their voices of laughter are making fun of you.
You talk too much you're too loud and you have a bad laugh.
You're the butt of the joke , but you're also the reason they're joking.
You sit in your room alone and cry wishing you were different .
You ask yourself the questions over and over again why can't I be like everyone else?
Because life isn't fucking fair .
You know, you're a good person, but no one else is gonna get to see that .
You have too big of a personality your mom says .
She's just trying to make you feel better because you're messed up .
