The Social Butterfly

I cannot continue living this lie.
A social retard should not be friends with a social butterfly.
Your calendar is filled with notes about parties and dates.
But I’m the girl, dressed in black, that everyone always hates.

You are convinced that I am desperate to die.
But do you really care? Does that make you want to cry?
You have fun at parties, dancing the night away.
As I sit here in my room and alone I shall stay.

You are friends with the popular kids that hate me so,
You believe everything that they say about me,
But the real me you’ll never know.

So go on, social butterfly, fly far away.
Knowing that we will not meet again another miserable day.