I’m not who they want me to be.

I’ll never be enough in their eyes.

I’m too weird to be normal but

Even the weirdos don’t want me.

What does it take to be loved?

I love those around me and wish no harm.

I make straight A’s and please all,

Yet no one seem so care at all.

Why push me down then help me up?

For their own image i suppose.

If they look good picking up my pieces,

Then their blows will look less cruel.

Isn’t my body and my soul enough?

Can’t I give you my heart and it not break?

Can’t I poor my love into all?

Only for ridicule to douse me in shame.

Why aren’t we enough?

We’re people too, just like you.

I just want to be loved, we deserve to be

Loved. But in their eyes we’ll never be.