All my life people made fun of my clothes
They didn’t see the things I went through
or why I wasn’t like the rest
They just wanted me new and improved

They’d push me down and call me names
they’d make my life rough and hard
They said i was too busy day dreaming
and to be accepted was a wish upon the stars

Society saw me as an outcast
with a strange vibe and without a soul
I was rejected as a person
with a broken heart that could never be whole

I was told I needed to change
change what I wore, how I acted, and who I could be
To be like another I had to act like another
there was no uniqueness left to see

Society still then wouldn’t like a wallflower like me
no matter what I could never forget that time I was rejected
But now with a smile on the outside and the clothes of society
i was still broken on the inside asking myself, is this what its like to be accepted?