crazy poetry

I am just another person in the crowd.
I wonder if anyone actually hears me.
I hear them whispering and scheming, although they think I don't pay attention.
I see the way they act when I walk, trying to avoid meeting my eyes.
I want them to understand where I am coming from.
I am just another person in the crowd.

I pretend to be happy.
I feel like I have too, to please the one's around me.
I worry that people will never quite understand where i'm coming from.
I cry because I cannot help but feel sorry for myself, no matter how much I regret it.
I am just another person in the crowd.

I understand that not everyone is going to want to be my friend in life.
I say that things aren't really as bad I make them out to be.
I dream that one day, I won't feel like this all the time.
I try and see where people are coming from, even if they do act negatively toward me.
I hope that maybe they'll understand why I feel the way I do.
Because I,
I am just another person in the crowd.