From kindergarten till eleventh grade I have always despised school.
I love learning and opportunities, but I hated being compared to everyone cool.
It’s not like I don’t want to speak out loud but no one wants to hear me.
So I’ve suffered hiding next to the wall, and disappeared freely.

It’s not that hard to disappear when your skin is so white,
Just sit next to the wall like I did and your appearance will take flight.
And when you have a soft voice, no one pays you any attention.
When your nice to people they’ll walk all over you and refuse your recognition.

So every day I would be silent but would still talk to some.
But when I did they’d shut me up when someone else would come.
So I continued to hide my stories, my opinions, and my notions.
Now eleventh grade and I’m finally starting to put my mouth to motion.

I have finally started talking to people and telling them how I feel.
But nowadays it’s hard to discern who is fake and who is real.
Some people act as if they care about me being shy.
I think they only care if they see the tears I cry.

It’s not easy to be self-conscious and have a low self-esteem.
You’re either popular, anti-social, or somewhere in-between.
I don’t like to consider myself as isolated from the universe.
However, being antisocial is simply just my curse.

I try to remain positive and look on the brighter side.
This becomes more difficult when peoples’ minds collide.
They think it doesn’t hurt me when I am pushed away.
As if my purpose in my life is to simply be astray.

I know in my heart that one day I will quit being so shy.
One day I will learn how to socialize, one day I will not cry.
One day I will have so much self-conscious and my self-esteem will be high.
One day there will be no more struggles, and I am going to fly.