Why do I have to be so different?
I must be cursed.
For in everything I do,
They see the worst.

I think I'm right.
They think I'm wrong.
And in the end,
I just don't belong.

I am out,
While they are in.
It isn't fair!
I simply cannot win!

With these odds,
Stacked up so tall,
I make one wrong move,
And down I fall.

I'm only myself.
But still they ignore.
What do they want?
I won't give them more!

They.
The impossible word.
Yet in it there's so much meaning.
It might as well be repeatedly heard.

So I stand here.
Not knowing a way,
For me to get by them,
Or get out of their way.

All I want,
Is to fit in.
So tell me--
What was my sin?

Was it so terrible,
As to be unforg'vn?
Or do they think
That somehow,
I'll do them in?

I'm alone,
Without really meaning to be.
But I'll be that way,
For as long as they can't accept me.
For me.