They call me weird and strange and a little bit queer,

not the right weather for this time of year.

If you know what i'm saying, 

but they're just complaining.

I laugh when i'm happy and i cry when i'm sad, 

I don't give a damn if they think that i'm mad.

They don't see the world i see.

They're content to let it be.

I've never been bullied because i know where i stand,

But i still feel different and that sure wasn't planned.

I'm sadder than they know,

But i won't let the tears flow.

When i think about my life i can get real upset,

Drowning in memories, tired of waking up wet.

Bu there are others in more pain,

with so much more to gain.

And they call me all sorts of names but they don't see my pain,

They think it's nothing to lose and everything to gain.

I know what they're saying,

But do you see me complaining?

It's hard to laugh when you're sade just so they don't see,

But i know how hard their judgements can be.

I try to get them to let me be,

But they don't see how hard it is to be me.