Reality hits me
And it ******* kills me
No, please don't say
That you understand
The physical pain
Is sickening, oh
Why can't I be seen
For what I really am?
Well, the thing is
That I actually commit
To the harmless ****
That I care about
Unlike the others
That don't seem to care
They quit, cancel, flit
I can't help but think that it's unfair
Don't you miss me
Don't you notice my absence
Don't you care
That I'm not there?
I hate the crowds
They misconceive how
I express myself
When I'm just the same as everyone else
Or am I?
Who the **** cares?
Let me be who I want to be
Let me do something satisfactory
No, you don't understand
I'm sorry but it's true
You can't sympathise with me
When you don't have a clue...
Ey... Just thought I'd be honest. The other night I was so upset that I felt physically ill and it inspired me haha. Anyway, here's a poem about misconceptions!