Reject.

I’m a reject, an outsider.
Thrown away because I’m me.
Nobody else, just me.
They couldn’t take it.
I showed them up,
I proved them wrong.
I saw through their lies,
Their charades, their meaningless friendships
I saw them for what they really are; fakes and liars.
The untruths that they’ve told,
The deceitfulness that no one sees.
Well, no one but me.
They hate me for it, but I don’t mind,
Because at least the hate is true.
I’m me because I’m me.
I don’t care what they think.
If fake’s the fashion,
I guess everyone’s in.
But me, of course.
I’m the outsider, just me.