As you would believe it,
I was known as the,
"Outsider"

No one to turn to,
No one to believe,
No one to tell me,
I was wrong.

I sit by the tree,
On the grass,
On a rainy ol' day.

No one to talk to,
No one to say "Hi,"
No one to say "Bye."

I'm all alone,
Under this tree,
In the cold icky day.

I admire those,
Those of great meaning,
While they don't realize I am starring right at them.

I wear my aviators,
So they don't see,
I may sound like a stoker,
But I'm just being me.

I'm not excepted for who I am,
So, why should I be excepted for who I'm really not?

One day something new happened,
I was accepted as "me."

Not the real "me",
The real "me" was hidden,
Under the rainy, ol', tree.

I understand now,
I will always be known as the "Outsider,"
I will always be known as "That Person."

Still no one to turn to,
No one to believe,
No one to tell me,
I was wrong.

I'm just "me."

Still no one to talk to,
No one to say "Hi,"
No one to say "bye."

Am I wrong for thinking these things?

Tell me I was wrong for me not accepting myself.

Tell me I was wrong for being someone I'm not.

Most Important,
Tell me I was wrong for not believing in life!