Come on everyone,
Come and see,
Come and have a look,
At me.
There she is!
The one your looking for,
The girl who's,
different,
Misunderstood,
But most of all,
True to who she is.
Come have a look at that girl.
They one with the not so perfect face.
The one who doesn't say much.
The one who's good in class,
Did you know she's hurting inside?
She's just so weird,
Strange,
Different.
Come on!
Come have a look,
At that girl.
That's girl,
Who's me.
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They all stare and laugh at me,
Am I so different?
Why me?
Some call me names,
And I know that they're true,
Yeah I'm good in class,
But I want good grades,
Unlike you.
They just don't understand me,
I'm not the shy person at home,
I like life, just not school.
Even my friend calls me names,
Some things I don't get,
So I ask them 'What?'
She just replies with,
'Douche bag listen!'
I'm,
Different,
Misunderstood,
Not so perfect,
Quite one.
But I'm true to myself,
I like who I am,
Maybe there's a few flaws.
But...
That's just me.
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