People look at me and tell me that I'm not the same,
they say that I am a discrace and that I'm a shame.
I've done nothing to deserve these words, or did I?
Is it because I am different, or because I want to die?
For one day I wish I wasn't ashamed of,
Why does everyone push me and give me a shove.
Is that there way of showing there love for me?
They say I have problems, do you agree?
One time, just one time I'd like to be alone,
But everyday I get pushed and thrown.
Does no one like me because I am different, not the same,
What am I thinking? Life isn't real, it's just a game.
It plays with your head, hurts you, and abuses you,
It's fake, it isn't there, it's not true, so untrue.
No one learns things the easy way, it's always hard,
There heart is cut, bruised, and badly scarred.
No one can fix these broken hearts because they aren't real,
A heart is hurt, it's not there, it's nothing but steel.
Nothing is real, life is fake, your not real.