Why do I feel like the outcast, people try to say I'm a good person but in my mind I'm saying no, no I'm not, I'm just a scared kid inside.
  I'm always loading down my mind with graffiti from the darkness of my past.
  All you know is my mask that I hide behind so that no one will ever know me.
  I'm to scared to be me, I don't think I can break from my shell this involuntary hell.
  If I did I'd be a mess, what can I say I'm the crazy one in the corner by their self, going through their favorite songs in their head to keep them sane, my terrible thoughts scare me and keep me in pain.
Me, what can I say, I hate the way people talk the way they move it drives my mind insane. Don't touch me, don't talk to me your words are all lies and creates more pain.
  what can I do to make myself saner, I see in their eyes but at the same time I don't care.
I rather be hidden in my room  talking to my self at least I know none of my secrits will get out,  there be placed safely on the shelves So I won't t lose any more of my mind.
I'm to scared to be me, the real one that no one can find, the one no one wants to see