I don't belong with the girls, to them I'm just a boring loser.
I don't belong with the boys, they're a bad influence.
I don't belong with my friends, the have different classes.
Even this chair doesn't want me, It rejects me with its cold base.
It could be as cold as his heart, but I opened that to find it filled with love,
but I don't belong with him either, because he has someone else.
Do I belong here? amongst such amazing young writers?
I don't know yet, because no matter how long I'm here
I will always be uncertain
so where do I belong?
because right now, I see no place in sight.