At times I feel I don't fit in,
I feel I'm out of place.
I want to hide alone in my room,
and not even show my face.
This world is full of people
Some are not so nice,
Sometimes when you look at them
you see their faces twice.
There's just to much violence
when will it ever end?
I know that there are answers
but this world don't want to bend.
So I come back here to the
compforts of my cozy room,
I close my door and my eyes
to block out all the doom.