People don't like labels,
They don't like to be generalised,
Grouped in with everyone else.
Well I'd love one,
But I don't fit into any of them,
Which seems to hurt me more.
I need to understand,
I want something solid, real to hold on to,
To remind me someone knows how to help.
But it's the strange sense,
That I'm on my own, or that I'm too unique,
That gets me and brings me to tears.
I'd love a label,
But society doesn't have one for me,
Not quite.
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 11:13 AM UTC
People don't like labels,
They don't like to be generalised,
Grouped in with everyone else.
Well I'd love one,
But I don't fit into any of them,
Which seems to hurt me more.
I need to understand,
I want something solid, real to hold on to,
To remind me someone knows how to help.
But it's the strange sense,
That I'm on my own, or that I'm too unique,
That gets me and brings me to tears.
I'd love a label,
But society doesn't have one for me,
Not quite.
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