she smiles when most despair,
they call her sadistic,
she cries when no one else is there,
'cause they'd call her dramatic

she tries to explain herself,
no one cares for that
so she becomes someone else,
with everything she lacks.

now they call her fake,
and she knows that it's true,
she also knows that being real
had only gone askew

‘I don't know what to do,
they despise me, I'm sure!’
‘you know what?’, she says to you,
‘they don't matter anymore’.