My Paranoia

More than unusual
I can read people's minds.
So think before you speak,
I'm sick of all the lies.

Enough with the compliments,
They're just commonplace to you.
Just one look in the mirror
And I can tell they've been over-used.

don't ask why I'm zoned out.
I never wanted to hear it.
I swear to God I never asked,
Don't offer all the recycled shit.

I've always known I'm Less than Pretty
Don't make it worse with your fake smile.
Just don't try, it's not worth it.
I can sense the "fake" from the farthest mile.

I know you're trying to be nice
And I guess I shouldn't blame you.
But you must notice I get so tense.
I get so paranoid by the things you say,
The things you do.

I'm not as great as people say
I never tried to be that way.
What would happen if I actually tried?
Then what would people say?

If someone says I'm pretty,
I know they don't mean it.
They tell me I'm smart,
And I think "Bull shit."

But, Hell, If it makes you happy,
Go ahead, Be my guest
You don't need to know I've tuned it out;
Thrown in away with all the rest.

I live in my little hole,
With a notebook in hand.
I'm trying to be invisible
Just another grain lost in the sand.

[If no one can see me, then I'll be ok]