When people look at me.
I realize they might scream.
People don’t like me.
Because I’m not like them.
Just because I’m different.
Just because I’m not a wannabe.
I’m just a gonnabe.
I have a future
And they don’t.
But why do they laugh at me so.
I know I'm not gorgeous.
Or popular or skinny either.
I don’t have those classic features.
Just don’t laugh at me.