I didn't like the colour pink
nor did I play dress up and called for tea parties in the afternoon
I tend to stand out a little
maybe too much, in a bad way
and all I hear is the resounding laughter
coming from my left, my right and everywhere

"Maybe they're not laughing at you," I try to soothe my savaged nerves
but the damage's been done
I'm running out the door
I'm caught between reality and dream
all the **** ******* time

you can't erase a thought
you can't purge a memory
and you can't pretend it didn't happen