I feel cold and lonely, isn't that sad
Outside I'm calm but inside I'm mad

People are looking but they won't understand
I feel I'm alone, I don't have a friend

All of my poetry is just lots of whining
I go back to myself and then I keep smiling

They don't know the truth and I won't bother to tell
They can't figure me out, don't get me...Just go to HELL!

They look, stare and point "You an outsider!"
But Fuck all of this, now I am smarter

I don't give a shit about the "great" world
Every last drop of blood inside me I'll hold

I won't let it out and won't let me forget
It's making me stronger, it's all in my head

Maybe I'm crazy or maybe I'm sane
Hell with it, meaningless, it's all the same

I can keep on writing, I have lots to say
Fuck opinions of others, I'm going my way

My motivation is stronger, I am not weak
FUCK all of you people, I'm proud I'm a Freak !!!
                 
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