In the eyes of the world, I was always wrong,
A little boy who didn’t quite belong.
Taught to hide what I felt inside,
That love was something I couldn’t find.
Society said to fall in place,
To wear a mask, to hide my face.
But deep inside, I always knew,
The world would never see me through.
I reached for warmth, but hands were cold,
A story of a life not to be told.
It told me I wasn’t enough to stay,
That I’d always be cast aside, in dismay.
I learned to hide, to bow my head,
To keep my dreams and hopes dead.
For in this world, it’s clear to see,
There’s no place for someone like me.
I don’t deserve to be loved, I’m told,
A story of sorrow, growing old.
But I keep searching, still unsure,
That I could ever be worth the cure.
A little boy who didn’t quite belong.
Taught to hide what I felt inside,
That love was something I couldn’t find.
Society said to fall in place,
To wear a mask, to hide my face.
But deep inside, I always knew,
The world would never see me through.
I reached for warmth, but hands were cold,
A story of a life not to be told.
It told me I wasn’t enough to stay,
That I’d always be cast aside, in dismay.
I learned to hide, to bow my head,
To keep my dreams and hopes dead.
For in this world, it’s clear to see,
There’s no place for someone like me.
I don’t deserve to be loved, I’m told,
A story of sorrow, growing old.
But I keep searching, still unsure,
That I could ever be worth the cure.
