You don't really know me, who I am and what I feel. I've tried to fit in, I want to be your friend. You talk about me often. You think I don't know? Word gets around, I pretend I don't care. I'm right behind you, you don't even try to hide what you say. Do you think I like being different? Do you think I like being ignored? Do you honestly believe I enjoy watching you and your friends while I sit alone? If you paid attention you'd see me as who I am. You 're wrong to judge me, you always will be. I'm not what you seem to think I am. Not that you will ever see the real me. Do you think I like to be on the outside? Do you think it is easy to be passed by? The only friends I have are my pets. I sit and watch you and your's go by. I'm tired of trying to get you to see me. Why don't you try to be different. You try to be ignored, sitting alone with no one to talk to. I'm used to being an outsider now, used to being alone. I keep to myself, locked myself inside. Thanks to you my "friend" I'm alone. I am stronger that way, not that you will ever see. The sweetest revenge my "friend" will be is that one day your friends will leave you. One day you'll be alone. Then you'll see me want me to be your friend, but I'll have my own. Hope you will enjoy being the outsider as much as I did.