So what if I'm a ****?
So what if I'm a *****?
At least I can stand up for myself.
I need don't anyone to tell me who I am.
I know, I've always known.
I'm okay with what I am.
As I look around it's like,
everyone around me is holding up a sign,
they all say ****,
and everyone is always giving them away.
I don't understand.
What's the point in being alive if you're always living for someone else?
Some say I'm the nicest person they've ever met.
This isn't true, I know what I am.
I know I can be nice, I can be caring, I can be selfless,
and for the most part, that's what I am.
However, for others, I'm their worst nightmare.
It's because I'm not afraid to tell them what I see.
I'm not afraid to tell them what they're thinking,
or how they perceive life.
I can always tell, I've always had a knack for figuring people out.
They hate me, because they know I'm right,
nobody wants believe, or even actually see,
what's going on around them, some fear themselves,
and hearing someone else say what's always at the back of their mind,
absolutely terrifies them.
I don't like those people, you have to accept what you are.
The people I like, are the people that are just like me.
The ones that are confused about the **** signs,
the fearless ones,
the smart ones,
the perceptive ones.