What do you do when you're different?
How do you react when you realize you don't feel the way others feel?
Where can you hide, when you become afraid of yourself?
Who do you trust enough to tell?
Maybe maybe....
Maybe it's okay...
Maybe they won't care, and run away,
Or kick you until you bleed some more,
Maybe just maybe they won't see you differently,
I didn't see you differently,
I saw you as you and me as me,
And this is where it ended up.