If I sit here and I'm watching

The rain fall down the sky,

I can be free and cry or scream

Because nobody can see me.

When there's people with me,

I don't feel free to think.

I have to conform to their personalities,

Be just like them.

I have to make myself likable.

Popularity is a game we all play.

It's called life.

Losers, the unwanted,

Get nowhere.

If you're ugly and unappreciated,

You're stuck in a one

Room apartment with no heat.

I guess that's why I can try

So hard to be like them

And agree to banish me.