Paranoia
I feel a little left out.
Looking back I guess I was.
It makes me want to shout.
Maybe it shouldn't but it does.
Why can't I seem to get it right?
Am I missing something?
Maybe I'm holding on to tight.
Or maybe it's really nothing.
Why do they have to stare?
What did they say?
I wish I didn't care.
I'm in complete dismay.
Are they laughing at me?
Maybe they're just having fun.
I wish they could see.
I'm coming completely undone.
I just want to fit in.
I feel so all alone.
Do they see my scared grin?
Maybe I'm really a clone.
Someone please help me.
I can't do it on my own.
I could sure use a whiskey.
Or maybe a headstone.
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