I hate having empathy for every human soul When someone breaks their leg I feel like I've broken my leg too And I'm sad for hours And then I'm sad again I feel what you feel I really feel what you feel I hate never fully being accepted into a crowd I hate being the odd one out I hate being the odd one out But I always am Ever since I was a kid A poor albino seedling growing out of nothing, nothing But I will always persevere through everything 'Cause I know Yes I know That I'm worth it Grow your hair long Do not brush it You belong to no one Write poems to yourself Do not edit them Drink black coffee And watch the sun rise Let autumn turn into winter Don't be afraid to let go You deserve all of this