The S Word

I may as well be invisible
You'd never see a thing
It's like I'm not there anyway
I'm just a broken wing

You'll never understand me
Or accept me for who I am
To you I'm just a reject
Following like a lamb

You always try to change me
To make me the best you can
Goth, freak and emo
They're a few things you say I am

And now here in the gutter
I trundle through the rain
This is the only way left to release myself
From the constant pain.