I walk into the room, no one looks up,
I stand just outside the group, no one seems to see.
At first I think, "It must be me."
Then I realize, it's you.
You're all talking in tight groups,
I wander around alone.
The things I say seem to go unheard,
I'm left out in the cold.
I used to think you'd be friendly if you knew me,
I was never told.
Why are you afraid to be alone?
Yes, I know the pain,
but you'd find out who you really are,
And never be the same.
You don't have to cling to their group, you know,
There's a world outside their click.
I wish you didn't have to be,
So afraid they'd hate what's different.