[What do you mean?
I hardly say a word.
Jesus Christ, stop bothering me.
I know!
I know.
I know I'm such a gloomy chum.
I know I hardly look like I'm enjoying.
I know that I'm forcing myself to blend in with people. But,
when I do that, nothing comes out of it.
I'm still the gloomy one you know. Everyone knows.
I never asked my self to be lonely.
I never chose to be.
I wonder too why I'm so quiet.
Like, what the ****, I'm loud in my mind.
Why is the question frequently asked.
So why can't I answer myself?]**

These are the words I want to say, but forget the second they ask "why".