I grew up believing the world was a soft place,
I'm one of the girls that has always been shy.
But all of the others, they wear such a mean face,
They quickly found out things that would make me cry.

Why don't they care about me, aren't I living?
Why do I care about those filled with hate?
They are so greedy, but I keep on giving,
Is being a victim assigned as my fate?

Will I meet someone who will understand me?
Does someone know that I'm not the same kind?
Is there someone in the world who won't brand me
As someone who's stuck in a mad state of mind?

The others are different, I feel I'm alone
But by being a person, I'm somewhat the same.
People ignore all the things that they're shown
But I'm human, so I deserve some of the blame.