I need a safe place
I need a place where I can be myself
But as soon as I think I’ve found it
It becomes a hell even worse than any before
I find a group of people I think I know
People I think accept me for me
And then someone lets loose a single comment
That lets me discover
That it was all a lie
And I was just an annoyance that
Everyone just put up with
Maybe it is just me
But just being tolerated isn’t appealing
Is it so bad for me to want somewhere?
Somewhere I don’t have to worry?
Somewhere I don’t have to pretend?
Somewhere I can say what I want?
And not sound immature?
Somewhere I can draw whatever I want?
Somewhere my weight doesn’t matter?
Somewhere I can wear what I want?
Somewhere I can listen to what I want?
Somewhere I can BELONG?

But that isn’t right.
It’s so selfish of me.

Oh well,
I can still dream….right?