The world once told me I didn’t belong,
I was a freak, I was different.
I cried aloud in pain,
Tears streamed down my face,
I had no friends, I didn’t understand it,
I just knew I was different.
I listened to the world and tried to fit in,
I never could quite manage it,
I would look in the mirror and see a desperate little girl.
All I wanted was to be understood, to have friends.
Years have passed, hard years, full of pain and sadness,
Yet lessons have been learned.
A teenage girl stands in front of a mirror,
Her face is set, defiance is in her attitude,
She stands strong and proud.
Yes, she is different.
She is strong, she is independent,
She has set herself free.
She once was told she didn’t belong,
That she was a freak, alone in the world.
Years have passed and she has learned
That different is good.
She followed her heart no matter what,
The world still laughed at her,
Still called her a freak, but to no avail.
The world told her to move,
She said: “No, you move.”
She made her place in the world,
Because she was different.