People have faith in their hearts
And dreams in hope of coming true
But that excludes me
I'm one of the few lovesick and
Sorrow-filled outcasts that roam the Earth
I'm a terrified nobody that lacks happiness
But not sadness
This sadness that I contain in my heart
It is true , deep and has meaning
We aren't like most people in the world
Yet we face each day as it comes
It's time that slowly and sombrely passes by
To people unlike us they see the world as a happy place
But to us we can't help but see it as a pessimistic disgrace
We are who we happen to be ; our own people
Each of us face a challenge
To live life like others ; to fit in as someone normal
But that comes to mind as a rigorous fight to stay the same
In which we can't compete
We would just lose
We may look happy on the outside
But on the inside we are truly enriched with dark melancholy