I See You

Hey you  
in the middle of the crowd,  
you're the center of attention  
with your expensive clothes  
and every hair in place.  
I know your secret,  
under it all, you're insecure.  
 
Hey you  
in the corner.  
All in black, with your hair  
hiding your face. You say you  
could care less about fitting in,  
but with every sideways glance  
I know being the outcast kills you inside.  
 
Hey you  
outside,  
you play women as much as you  
do sports.  
But that uniform can't hide  
the sweet side you have  
and your dream of a family.  
 
Hey you  
sitting at home  
with you calculations  
and homework.  
Underneath, your personality  
is just waiting to burst through  
and make friends.  
 
Hey you,  
they tell you who you are  
and you start to believe,  
even though you know it's not true.  
They'll say you're not good enough,  
or you can't be who you are.  
But, do they really matter?