I

She was misunderstood,
Nobody knew who she really was,
They never gave her a chance,
No one gave her much love.

She was the quiet type,
Never really said much.
Because when she spoke,
She was ridiculed, made fun of.

It seemed like nobody really cared about her,
As she walked these halls alone,
Nobody beside her,
She was on her own.

She was rather caught up,
In her own little space.
But let her tell you what she has on her mind,
and you'll think it's a fucked up place.

This girl is somebody you all have seen,
somebody you would've really liked.
If you haven't figured this out by now,
this girl was once I.