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What's wrong with who I am? |
| Why am I looked at differently? Am I not the same as everyone else? I consider myself pretty and intelligent Why do others get to make decisions about me, When they don't really know who I am? Since they don't talk to me, They wouldn't know what it's like to be me I have problems and troubles of my own I don't need others making it harder Can't I just to try to survive high school, Without all this drama and conflict? They make all these assumptions about me, When they have their own insecurities Do they feel better about themselves After they assume all these things? Maybe, but I guess I'll never really know I won't let them tear me down Or make me feel differently about myself I have an amazing group of friends And they believe in me and build me up When others stare or try and laugh at me I forget about them and hope they'll be okay Because they don't trust in themselves enough To no make fun of other people And that's okay because there is life after high school Many others have survived And so will I |