Everyone Points and laughs at me,
They all call me awful names,
Just to see me ashamed.
My Mother always told me to be proud of who I am,
But Who could be proud of a reject like me?
Certainly I'm not as bad as i seem.
I'm Pushed to my knees,
I cover my eyes so they don't get the joy of seeing my tears,
It Feels like they can sense all my fears.
I Hate looking in the mirror,
Cause All I see is pathuic old me.
Not Even God wants to love a FUCKED UP REJECT FREAK A.K.A ME!
I Always ask myself,
Why Aren't I Happy Being Me?
 
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