A little bit different, a lonely child was she,
Her mother so out of touch, a young girls misery.
Shy and feeling so alone, not much of a happy home,
She did not fit in at school, something else about her.
They would tease and torment her, watch as her anger grew,
A sad situation for a girl who trusted very few.
The hurt in her heart would never mend, soon the end,
So different was she, this child no more to be.