I’m the odd, hate the cold,
Ambivert me, quiet, bold.

My fate’s fake, filled with lies,
No one loves, my heart just cries.

I don’t love crowds, I love peace,
Wish for one who’ll let me release.

Never harm, yet they call me sin,
Even for haters, I still pray within.
But everyone betrays, every day,
And I’m left alone that way.

I love writing, that’s my key,
Paper’s the only one who’ll hear me.

I hate the crowd, love my space,
My room’s my world, my safest place.
I explore sometimes, but truth in gloom,
I’d spend my life inside my room.

Friends? No thanks, too many fakes,
Smiling faces hide the snakes.
They talk behind, they twist my name,
But I stay still, they play their game.

Some teachers so cruel, break every rule,
Make us feel small, then act cool.
When we speak up, they take revenge,
Tell me, should I call him a sage?

No one fits my vibe at all,
Among the weird, I start to fall.
Feels like I’m turning fake inside,
Losing myself, nowhere to hide.

I help them all in darkest time,
But none help me, not one dime.
They leave me cornered, fade away,
I reach for them, they run astray.

Always a bit sad, inside I sing,
Tired of people, tired of everything.