Do You Know What It's Like

Do you know what it's like
To be different? To never
Feel quite right with people?
To be in a crowd and yet utterly
Alone? To wish for someone
Who understands you completely,
And come to the realisation that
No such person exists?
I do.

Do you know what it's likeTo be a freak? To have
Everyone who sees you either
Pity you, or hate you? To receive
Funny looks every day, every hour?
To have people question everything
You say or do?
I do.

Do you know what it's like
To be unwanted? To know
That you don't belong anywhere?
To know that you're nobody's favourite,
Nobody's best friend?
To know that, when you're with a person,
There's always someone he or she would
Rather be with?
I do.

Do you know what it's like to be normal?
To be in constant worry that someone
Won't approve of what you do, or say?
To always need the right clothes, or
The right music on the right iPod?
To never know your real friend
From that person who just wants to
Have the social status of hanging out with
Somebody normal?
I don't.And I sure as hell never want to find out.