my heart when I try to join in a conversation and no one hears me so I slowly stop talking, getting quieter and quieter into silence.

I remember getting teased as a kid
'Cause at the place that we lived
We never had it easy, believe me
But that don't excuse the things that we did
Wouldn't accept that I was never accepted
Shed so many tears like I fell in depression
But if I changed, I wouldn't get called names
But it was all the same, I was feeling rejected

"is a wonderful place...
         but nothing but thorns grow there.

I wish that I could look at you with empathy

Sometimes I feel like I've become what you were scared to be

Which makes it really hard to look at you with sympathy

'Cause if I'm feeling bad for you, then I have to feel bad for me

And that's just something I feel like we don't deserve