Why must I be the freak who can't control the mind?
To reassure myself, but to need the care of others?
Why must I be the one who cries?
Who hurts inside, yet lets other hurt the outside too?
Why must I not let go?
Of the things people say, the feelings that lie?
Am I really just the sensitive freak?
The crier?
Oh the one who cries when people are mad?
Who get's worried,
When no one is around?
Why must…