Am I insane? I really can't tell.
Dealing with you is my eternal hell.
You think I'm crazy. I know you're wrong.
You think I'm weak. I know I'm strong.
When confronted by your kind I always ran.
You don't care I'm doing be best I can.

I think a lot for the answers that I find.
I try so hard to improve my mind.
I talk too much; I'm trying to be great.
I guess that's why I deserve you're hate.
I never asked you to be my biggest fan.
Just understand I'm doing the best I can.

I can hear you snicker and laugh when I speak.
I guess I should be more like you, stupid and meek.
How dare you sit there and pass judgment on me!
I'm not the one stuggling to barely pull a D!
You think you're so perfect, with you're "two-year plan"
At your best you'll never be able to do what I can.

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