somewhere in this world
there is a person like me
too busy to be happy
too happy to be free
laying on a wood-framed bed
wishing to be free
free from people's putdowns
free from people's hate
free from misunderstanding hearts
maybe closer as opposed to far
lives this person i seek
maybe is one at school
the princess, the athlete, the geek?
surely not these people
they don't hurt like me
they don't know my life
they wouldn't last one day
puttin on her makeup, putting on his plate, putting on his glasses?
they don't hurt like me
they don't go through this life
but maybe... maybe they do
they might not have a perfect life
maybe they are like me or even you
maybe you are who i shall seek.