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I was sitting on the bus listening to the idiots all around me make jokes about "It" and then it occurred to me; in my entire life I have met a total of 3 people that think similarly to me.
This is confusing This picking and choosing Deciding who to be And how to be Walking through hallways Watching the floor creep by Hearing some laughter A comment, a whisper As I walk hurriedly...
Primelda Bobbins was a short, brown haired girl, rather ordinary in looks, but not at all in any other way.
I'm that girl that noone likes,. I'm that girl who doesn't wear Nike,. I'm that girl who is "unique". I'm that girl who is weird,. a freak,. I'm that girl that has been bullied before,.
Hide my face. Disappear. I wanna be anywhere. But here. Look away. Try to stray. Get dragged in. Anyway. Try to go. Away from this world. Where no one can find. This lost girl. Chorus:.
I am different I am man but I am also like monkey. People think I am crazy, strange, weird and different. Different how. I am an outsider.
Not so much shy As socially awkward, I'm a poet and a nerd, I feel like when I speak I'm never heard, A voice in the crowd, Cut across, hushed down, By all the others, more Interesting and...
Once upon a time there was a girl, Who believed she lived in a fantasy world. She grew up with parents who forced her to wear Pretty pink frocks and bows in her hair.
I am a little misfit. I do not belong. Sometimes it makes me feel bad. But I've done nothing wrong. I am a little weirdo. I do not fit into this world. My red hair makes me stick out.
I am, the rule breaker. The dice shaker. The unconventional vindicator. I am, the imperceptible. I know I'm unacceptable. You're all so very sensible. My ways are not amendable.
Once upon a time there existed a normal boy. He lived. One day a monster came to his doorstep when nobody was home and he was alone so he let the monster in.
I am the girl that doesn't go to school dances, or games, and when I do go, I sit in a corner and read a book. I am the girl that people look through when I say something.
People call you strange Unnatural and weird They call you names They shun you from their group Yet they won't leave you alone You are unique, a prodigy Your genius frightens them When you create...
Love is something I have never experienced before. There's nothing special about me, I'm that type of girl who's alone in the corner of a classroom drawing.
The world is monotonous these days. The teachers at my school all have the same opinions on students but we'll get to that later.