An All Alone Misfit

I'm starting to think I don't belong in this world.
I'm always getting teased by boys, and girls.
I'm all broken up, and a shadow of a ghost.
Even when I want to tell, I know I'm toast.

Sometimes, I do feel like I have the wrong skin color.
I'm that answer on a survey quiz called, other.
Sometimes, I feel I have the wrong family.
I try to tell kids, "I'm not in the mood, can't you see?"

I'm the good kid, because that is my name.
I always say life is a game.
Because just when you think you're done.
A powerful boss comes, and the real game begun.

Life is, a crazy game of chance.
Where you can risk it, and do bad things, free-lance
No one even cares enough to get to know me.
I'm, "that kid over there" or "the one we should tease."

I'm not right.
I'm as different as I can say.
The brighter side, isn't that bright.
Then comes the next day.
;-(