Is it me? Am I the problem?
The looks, the shame,
Am I the one to blame?
I’m sensitive, it’s not fair that every time I talk, they think I’m argumentative.
I sulk in my room to be preventive.
I want to hide, I want to cry,
I rather not go through this, I’m too shy.
I try to be outspoken, be in the mix.
But for some reason it’s never a hit.
The guys fall in love, the women just shove.
I must be in the way since no one ever stays, I feel so unloved.
I don’t know what I’m doing wrong, it’s like I don’t belong.
I’m trying to stay strong, but these days are too long.
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 1:35 PM UTC
Is it me? Am I the problem?
The looks, the shame,
Am I the one to blame?
I’m sensitive, it’s not fair that every time I talk, they think I’m argumentative.
I sulk in my room to be preventive.
I want to hide, I want to cry,
I rather not go through this, I’m too shy.
I try to be outspoken, be in the mix.
But for some reason it’s never a hit.
The guys fall in love, the women just shove.
I must be in the way since no one ever stays, I feel so unloved.
I don’t know what I’m doing wrong, it’s like I don’t belong.
I’m trying to stay strong, but these days are too long.
