• I sit in my seat,
    And hear them yell,
    'Devil worshiper,
    Go to Hell.'

    I step out,
    And walk through the doors,
    No friends to see,
    I feel so torn.

    I go through the crowd,
    As an invisible nobody,
    I come here to learn,
    To become a somebody.

    As I walk,
    I'm pushed around,
    No one can see me,
    Under my dark brown shroud.

    I am clad in black,
    Trough them I go,
    Feeling lost as I roam.

    I am pushed hard,
    'Freak' they say,
    What was God thinking?
    When he made day.

    The days almost done,
    But not yet,
    For they have only begun,
    Their sweet torment.

    I sit again,
    And start drawing stuff,
    They come in and say:
    'Look, its the devils slut.'

    I sit in the safety,
    Of my den,
    I cry thinking:
    'Now I will have to go through that again.'