I tried to climb to the peak, much too high the clouds were blinding me
Teetering on the middle rung, could not grip on and I got pushed
I aimed for more, climbed and heaved, tripping as they laughed and jeered
I tried to be goth or punk, even in my uniform
I was dull. And the swats just turned their nose
I was a polar bear swimming between melting ice caps
hopped like a frog from lilypad to lilypad
I looked at eye level and I was still afraid, looked down where open arms were raised
The freak, the dreg, the special needs, the ill the young and the weak
Some even worse off than me, I get high on the feeling it give me
Although I tried to climb that ladder, ultimately I had no power
but with these people I feel tall, I'm not so weird afterall
I flaunt my boyfriend, good sized flat, my rewarding hobbies, my loyal cat
I hold on to the secure warmth of weirdos, otakus, aspies, duds
As awfully selfish as I sound, I feel successful when they're around
aswell as friendship I have found a way to remind myself I'm still sound
The pain of pulling my unsteady limbs up the hierarchical mound
left me bitter, choked on scorn, sore from bruises; I gave up
It took until my 16th year to get the message loud and clear
I know where I stand, burrowed in the warm soil of the underground.

PS, as we dig, your mountain's gonna topple down!!!