why am i not accepted,
is it the things i represent,
or the color of my hair,
is it the way my mind works,
or is it the things i wear?
no..
it is a reason not to comprehend,
a reason you would never understand,
or maybe you would, but it's beyond belief to me.
it is me.
everything is wrong,
never right,
try to be what they want,
but i'm never enough.
