A tender feeling, a place to remember 

Plenty of nescient people nearby

Small local shops owned by families of eight

Indistinguishable back roads and ways out the state

Wanting to run away

Never felt safe

They hate who I am because different isn’t normal to them

I’d rather be in a different realm

White picket fence, you’re acting dense

Want to be me, hating who they see

I’m just a girl who’s going through a phase

Hoping I will change

But when I’m gone, I'll stay the same

My hometown doesn’t know my name.