Do people see me, do they even care?
Have I done something to deserve this?
A solitary life I cannot share?
All I do is long for those days I miss.

And then I see the truth,
The pain that I cannot hide
It’s not others that have been uncouth,
But me that has been so snide.

But its not all my fault you see,
Others drove me early on,
They forced me into this misery.
And now my childhood is gone.

And what is there now for me?
Is there a cure out there somewhere?
And where can I find this remedy?
Or perhaps there’s just no one to care.