Why do I cry?
You think It's funny,
But I'm hurting inside.
Why am I so different?
You make fun of my ways,
But I'm original, and that's sufficient.
Why don't I fit in?
You turn away when I come by,
But I'm not trying to win.
Why am I so depressed?
You never make me feel better,
And the weight won't leave my chest.
Why don't I feel your love for me?
You leave me crying.
I am dead as can be.
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