Where Do I Stand?

Where do I stand?
In this place you call home.
Nobody listens to a word I say
I stand alone.

The cruel looks, on their faces
Are always directed towards me.
Just because I’m different doesn’t mean I’m unholy.

I hate my life, and the way I’m always being treated
Why can’t you give me a chance?
‘oh, your our friend.’ do you even mean it?

Their you are, you’re the favorite of them all.
Nobody ever blames you,
Because You stand tall.
Yet you put on a fake image.
because your afraid to fall.

Your so perfect, to everyone.
You make me realize,
All of my flaws.
I’m not perfect.
But neither are you
So what is with all the judging?

I’m always forgotten, and being left behind.
I’m the one to be last thought of,
If I could I would go back in time.

I want to be popular,
And be loved.
Just for once.
To know what it feels like, to have fun.