My Friends Just Don't Understand Me

I wake up every morning just like they do.
I eat, drink and exist just like they do.
I feel things for the opposite sex just like they do,
And yet, my friends just don't understand me.
I have these deep thoughts that just penetrate my soul.
They seem to fight me day and night, and it takes a toll.
I can't seem to make sense, sometimes, of what I believe,
And when I ask, my friends just don't understand me.

When I was a kid, I was a big ol' boy,
Bigger than the rest of the kiddies in my class,
And for that, I was made a pariah of,
Relegated to a form lower than whale shit,
Ridiculed, punched, kicked, all that.
When I fought back, I faced harsh consequences.
The teacher told me to stick my nose against the wall
And count to one hundred and ten. Or whatever.
And when I asked my friends for some help and guidance,
They shrugged their shoulders, stared with glazed eyes.
Well, all I can say is, like today, my friends didn't understand me.

I'm a writer of poetry that's plain for the human eye to see.
I feel that that's the way to my personal expression.
I gave up the trombone back in the day when God said it should go,
But some of my peers called me a fool and laughed at me.
I want to become a teacher, but so many say I shouldn't
Because there's not enough money in it for me.
For me? How do they know what's best for me?
For after all, these are the fools, my friends,
My friends, who earlier didn't understand me.

Now, I am weary of making any new friends.
Sad to think, so my mom, my pa, everyone says.
But the one friend I have, he does the same shit,
He must think I was born yesterday, that I am a stupid git,
That I am a pest, a nuisance, something to be manipulated.
I can't get in touch with him to visit and chat,
And he always dodges me when I call upon him.
I am tired of this, this comradery oppression,
For it has caused untold amounts of depression
Because I can't seem to get him, my friend, to understand me.

Apparently, I'm not appreciated for who I am.
Evidentally, I'm some space cadet, or something-or-other.
Women won't dare look or much less touch me.
The law looks at me as something less than worthy,
And here I am, bearing out to you my soul,
And you're reading this, and I don't know what you think.
Do you feel guilty? Is there a shread of remorse?
It's fucking people like you who put me up to this.
I'm a sentient creature who just wants to fit in,
But I can't, for my friends just don't understand me.