I know I'm strange,
But I can't change.

You all look at me like I'm a freak.
All this staring makes me shriek.

I lock myself inside my room,
I feel as though it's my tomb.

No one knows how much I've been crying,
No one knows how much I've been trying.

It's evident I'm different from all of you,
But my personality's a permanent tattoo.

I can see how you all keep away,
With me, no one wants to stay.

Treating my space as a Museum of art,
Come in and look, then quickly depart.

I want so bad to hate you all,
For you've made my life stumble and fall,
I can hardly pick myself up tall.

To simply fit in is all I want,
I tried so hard to be nonchalant,

I've made myself empty and blank,
Left who I am on that lonely riverbank.

I've become invisible at last,
and I think I like it like that.

**At least now, I'm not being judged.