All alone in a crowed room,

I don’t belong it feels like my tomb.

People just point, laugh, and stare,

At the lonely girl who isn’t a square.

She wears her chucks as they wear their heels,

They’re uncomfortable to her but they don’t get how she feels.

Dressed like ladies hair all primped and curled,

She’s like no other girl you met in the world.

She won’t conform because thats not who she is,

But now she’s alone and not even his.