I feel like I don't belong on this planet.
Like I am an alien and every day I wake up and put this human suit on.
I zip it up, look in the mirror,
Adjust it, and go out and enter the world.

Desperately trying to blend with the other civilians.
I don't understand their language,
Or their struggles that seem so big to them,
Yet so small to me.
I don't get them.

They cannot see the little green alien monster that I am inside.
They see what I show them.
A regular girl that hides behind a smile.
I have them all fooled.
They think I am like them.
But I come from a different type of world.

A very dark and scary place.
A wasteland full of trash and rotting things.
Everyone is angry there and everyone is unkind.
There are other girls, aliens like me there
And they go by names like *****, Filthy, and Shame.
My name on that planet was Ugly because that what I felt inside.

That's what those unkind people told me I was.
I hated that horrible planet.
10 years of my life I wasted there.
But then I grew up and I moved far away.

The people here don't understand
What it's like to live in a world that could be filled with such hurt.
Or what it’s like to be named Ugly, Filthy, or *****.
We aliens work so hard to fit in,
Be like everyone, not stand out
Or be judged for what we suffered or from where we come from.

But...sometimes that mask we put up, our human suit slowly starts to slip off. Revealing parts of who we really are.
And sometimes when people see this,
People that do not understand, they get scared.
What we have gone through makes others uncomfortable.
Some choose to walk away from us, leaving us when we need them most.

When this happens I build my human suit tougher.
Shielding more of me and pretending to be this new person.
But if I need to pretend to keep these people in my life...
Do I even really want them there?
This suit I carry weighs me down.
I need people who don't care where I come from, or how different I am.
I need them to just care about me.
The real me. Not who I try to be for them.
I need people that will help take the weight of the world off my shoulders.

If I am different,
If I am a little green alien not like everyone else
Then I think it’s okay to be who I am.
It's okay to be different.

I will never return to that place I came from.
This is my home now and I don't want to blend anymore.
I want to stand out.
And I want to support all of the other people out there that don't fit in either.
By being different we form a solid union of uniquely similar people.
We are all different and that makes us all the same.
And we should all be able to live without judgments.
Not having to hide where we come from
Or be ashamed of a life we had no control over.

I'm tired of hiding me.
I am who I am.
I come from where I come from.
You either accept me or you don't.
You either love me or you don't.

You're a ticking time bomb,
Don't you know?

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You have hurt
Too many people
Haven't you realised?

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Your words
Sting like bullets
And you keep them coming.

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You have caused
Great fear and annoyance
To us, your friends.

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You say you know
Your mistakes,
Oh you really do?

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You make me doubt you
Because you break trust
Over and over again.

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You think we avoid you
But there's a reason why.
You don't find out
And you don't ask why.

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You're maybe too smart
And that makes you proud
An air of arrogance lurks all around.

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"Oh don't tell me what to do,"
You say to us quite hurtingly.
Can I say this is too much pride?

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We're not against you
We're always for you
But we tell you to change,
And you know why?

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That's because we care
For you
But you don't see that.

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We want to help
You
Become a better person.

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You can tell us to go away
And let yourself rot
And go your own way.

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We give in too many times
Holding on to
Glimmers of hope.

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Hope
That you would change
But you didn't.

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Am I foolish
To still have that last hope
That you will change?

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EXPLODES

You leave us in the ruins
In the aftermath
Of your explosion.

You're a ticking time bomb,
Don't you know?

Woah
Woah
What?

Did you just say that
You have been hurt so many times
And you're so broken inside
And you've been faking smiles?

Oh please,
I feel that a thousand times more.
And you know what?
It's you who caused it all.

Oh yes
We are such disgusting creatures
Talking behind your back.

You aren't even worthy
To be spoken about
It's your guilt that's imagining things.

Oh yes
We are such horrible people
Telling you what to do direct.

So please explain
What you want
Are we supposed to be direct
Or talk behind your back?