sometimes i wonder why i even try anymore
try to make you understand me
try to make my eyes fit into your head
so that you can see things the way I do
so that you can stop criticizing me for what I do
if someone tried to tell you what to do
how to think, how to see things
you�d get mad, wouldn�t you?
then why do you do this to me?
over and over
you do this to me
and even what you think you see is not truly me
it�s really not
you�ll never see what i really am
the me i keep locked up that no one can see
who could ever understand me?