I know i'm different and i'm not the one to blame,
for i am not like you and you are not like me,
while you search into my eyes for reason,
i am far away into another season.
So who i am and why i am are questions without ending,
do you not have any better thing to do than to mess with my pretending?
Pretending to be not whom you all project upon me,
because i know and feel not like you and i see and dream not like them,
i am the opposite of everything except me,
the opposite of whom you want to be.