How do you see me?

Do you see me as a freak?

Is me being gone what you seek?

Do you even noticed me at all?

Am I just a bird waiting to fall?

To me,

I'm an outcast.

I talk to fast.

I'm a thing of the past.

To me,

That's how you see me.

To me,

I'm me.

Your actions may bring me pain,

But confidence is what I gain.

You hurting me again and again,

Won't bother me anymore.

It did before,

But not for long.

I am me.

That's how it will be.