I try to fit in,
I try to believe,
That maybe someday,
They’ll like me better,
Than I like me.
It’s a constant battle,
A fight I can’t resist,
To put myself down before others,
Oh why do I persist?

I’ve been bullied,
I’ve been shunned,
This I can’t forget.
It hurts deep down inside,
So it is myself that I subject.

Why is it that,
When I want to make friends,
All these memories,
Come flooding back to me again?

I thought after all these years,
After all this time,
I had found,
That bright burning light.
I guess it isn’t so,
But maybe it is,
Confusion engulfs me,
Just as sadness did.