Everyone walks a certain way
I akways decide to skip instead
A hop and skip is more fun
Until everyone starts to run

They run faster
Leaving me in the dust
I slow down
And begin to rust

I've always been different
Never realized just how much
I want to fit in somewhere
But I'm afraid to be bare

Show everyone my skin
Show everyone the colors
But colors are also made with scars
Scars came from to many wars

Battling myself
Everyone made fun
I was always a sad little freak
Never glamorous or Chique