​Maybe i have no friends..
Maybe i can't tie loose ends.
But everytime I see people together..
I envy them because I was never in a flock of same feather.

Why do I feel like this?
Everytime I scroll through media..
I guess I'll need to try hard.
But to fit in, I've run out of ideas.

Maybe it's the way I dress..
Maybe my language weirds them out
I know it's not true but
To survive, i feel myself these nasty lies.

I've never had a shoulder to cry on..
There were probably no protons to my negative ion.
Fitting in has been so brutal, can't tell
It's like I'm an unwanted guest, ringing everyone's bell.

I've silenced my cries for many nights..
But sometimes it's just good to have a friend.
How I wish someone valued me..
If only they knew how much it'd mean


© Carishahh