why does it mattter the way i dress?
because im not like u it looks a mess
why does it matter when i cry?
because it means i want to die
why does it matter i dont do things ur way?
because im different each day
why does it matter that i dont look the same?
because i dont i get picked on i get the blame
why does it matter am i not human dont i feel?
because im not the same it dont make me real
why does it matter if im this way?
and this way im going to stay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem