People are strange,
When you're a stranger,
Faces look ugly,
When you're alone,
Women seem wicked,
When you're unwanted,
Streets are uneven,
When you're down...
I like that song. It makes me think about the similarity in the lyrics and in my life.
My name is Lottie Black and, well, I'm strange.
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange,
No one remembers remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
YOU ARE READING
Stranger
General FictionLiving with autism for sixteen years is tough when your parents are strangers to you. My name is Lottie Black and my life couldn't be any more different than yours.
