Who I Am

People call me names,
There’s no rule,
In their little games,
They think it makes them cool.

They say I’m crazy because of what I’ve done,
They say I’m mean because of what I say,
They call me this for fun,
They are what made me this way.

They say I’m strange,
They say I’m shy,
I ignore their comments because I’ve changed,
But I just wish they die.

They say I’m Emo, Goth and scene,
I walk away but they haven’t won,
How can that make me mean,
The game has only just begun.

I will get my revenge, I promise you that,
Because they’re wrong,
I am not fat,
I am just strong.

I’m different, yes.
I’m independent and on my own,
Which will bring me much success,
And make my name be known.

One day I’ll be famous and rich,
They’ll beg and want to be my friends, I’ll laugh and say see,
You should have treated me better bi*ch,
For who I am is someone they wish they cold be.