Everytime I hear this song, musically I think it's a good song but everytime I hear it i'm forced to remember the one time I wanted to express myself to the world. It was 4th grade, we were supposed to bring in something that we liked and show the class. When I was called I brought in my boombox up to the front and played the song. About 20 seconds into the song about 5 people raised their hand. The teacher asked if they had a question. The Question was when can we turn off the music. The whole class wanted it turned off. It broke me. Its the only memory that I have a clear recollection. I felt tramautized. Constantly made fun of by my peers and reminded till elementary school graduation. During this time was when I discovered my first escape. Books. I always had a boko checked out of the school library.