I am an outsider
I sit alone in the front of the bus
Away from the noise and the chaos of the back
All of the laughter and screams
All of it

I am an outsider
I sit alone with my little black bag
Slightly bigger than a purse
Filled with broken memories and shattered dreams
Filled with them

I am an outsider
On my way to the dark scary school
Built just for people like me
Who are different from everyone else
Everyone else

I am an outsider
On my way to an independent world
I don't need the help of others
They don't offer any
They don't care

I am an outsider
A misfit among misfits
Not even accepted by those like me
I guess they aren't really like me then
Not like me

Like everyone else