I seem really happy, like I love life,
In a sense you're not right, but also not wrong.
I feel out of place, like I don't belong,
but I love not belonging, like odd colored light.
Though I feel like few care, I know those who do, do truly
Words, yes they'll get to me, make me feel small,
but I know that I'm not, not even a little, not even at all.
