Freaks

I roll down over, handing down.
I kept tears on my cheek, looking sad.
I wish I could drove to the town,
Letting them know how I am mad.

I repeat myself over and over again
I declare myself of who I really am
No one seemed to care of what I think
Nothing better is happening.

I screamed my lungs out and burned my eyes in tears
I try to stay on the ground, but in fact i am drowning
And no hands are there to pull me out..

They drown me even deeper
They compared me like I am a typical of someone
I'm getting tired to scream out
Because no one would pay attention

I fake too many smile, and camouflage too many laughter
There are part of me who wants to break out
Breaking free, disobeying the rules.
What would I get then?

Nothing, but a strange stare right to me.
Checking me out and call me the freak.
Though i tried to resist the nickname they gave,
I finally started to feel like one.