People call me crazy, but I know the truth.
I'm not crazy, I'm just unique and special.
Everybody looks at me like I'm an alien, the outcast, weird, but to me their all the same, an alien, and weird, and I'm the only normal one causing me to be the outcast, but I can survive alone.
It feels like it's the zombie apocalypse, like I'm alone, in this world, trying to survive and prove the world wrong, that I can make it out alive.
The encouragement just brings me down even more.
The discouragement just brings me down even more.
I'm a weird, and rebellious teenager. I have grown to accept that imperfection. I enjoy my little quirks and imperfections. They make me who I am today, they make that one girl who stands out, from the rest, more then others.
All the attention kills me, I feel it coming, my end. My end is just ahead.
Take all the attention off me before I'm gone from this world forever.
-I'm no longer a survivor
