They call you a freak
But I hold my head high
And hold back my tears
As I walk through the crowds
To your low standing place.
And you look up at me
You try hard to smile
There’s tears in your eyes too
But you hold them back
When you tell me you want what’s best for me.
And I try not to speak
As I stare at you
Misunderstood to the least
And I motion to myself
And I ask you why you said that?
But you smile some stupid smile
And point to me with a stiff finger
Whispering that you need to let me go
Because you hurt me on the inside
And you hate to see me in pain.
Everyone turns
As I stand up and grab your hand
And sob out my stained words
As I ask what you’re talking about?
You jerk your hand back
And tell me I need some sense
Gesture to the crowd behind us
And tell me you put me through pain
And that it needs to be ‘discontinued’.
But I hate the way you’re talking
As I shout to you and point
And tell you that I love you
And I don’t care what they think
Because they’re just ditsy!
And you turn around
And point over my shoulder
To all the preppy people
And tell me
That I need someone more like them!
But I hate them
And you’re talking crazy
But I point to them
And tell you I don’t care
And grab you by the shirt collar
As I kiss you hard on the lips.
And you open your eyes
And stare down my hope
As your tears fall down your cheeks
And you brush my cheek with your fingers
You tell me I’m beautiful
And lovely
As you step into the shadows,
And disappear for awhile.
But then you come back
Smiling like no tomorrow
And pull me close
And tell me that no matter how big
Of a freak they thought he was
He would never leave again.
 
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