Tell me, is it a sin, to be different from the rest,
And why do I always feel so out of place,
When I am only trying to do my best,
In this world that turns like the tide...

Can't help myself, I know I'm always staring at the ground,
I can see the judgment in their eyes,
Yet, somehow my courage is nowhere to be found,
And I can't stand to see my reflection in those eyes!

I am nothing what like I was meant to be,
It's clear what you're thinking,
And it's out there for all to see,
There's no hiding the menace on your face!

I'm caught in between,
What little is left of me, and the picture that's divided,
By the stereo type that only you have seen,
And the truth that lies underneath my skin...
© Britt Clark