Just another day
with my head down
and my thoughts looming all around.
It can't be helped
until help is found,
because the help I need
is that a very close friend.
My tears have been stinging,
and my head beeps every second
no matter how much I try
My closest friend always pushes me away.
It's not fun to be a third wheel,
not fun to sit alone,
it's never fun when people stare
and don't even really care.
The street is my guidance,
the mice know how to be silent,
but I don't want their help
I want the help of others.
It isn't nice to be pushed away,
it isn't nice to say bad things,
it isn't nice to make me hide my face,
so help me be seen,
be heard,
to finally be me.
