Sometimes I wish I wasn't myself
I didn't act the dumb ways I act
And I could talk to people how people should
I couldn't be labeled weird or annoying
For being how I am

I want to be proud of my way
But the path is weedy and I'm bumbling
And awkwardly walking, falling
I feel laughed at and red faced
Stupid kid who can't relate to anyone

No matter how old I get
I still feel like an imposter
Trying to mimic comfortable people
I can't shake the feeling of being
Alone with no one wanting to talk to me