WHY DO THEY HURT ME?

You may not see me as a fan of Tim Burton. I won't say I'm his number-one fan, but I do like him, though I'll admit his movies can be a little weird. I've been developing a bit of an interest in Edward Scissorhands. It's a good movie, the acting is wonderful, and the music is exquisite, but sheesh, those guys sure know how to rip your heart out by the seams.

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Why do they hurt me?
What have I done to them?
What was my crime?
What was my sin?

Why do they reject me?
Why do they despise me?
So, maybe I am a little different,
But can I truly help being this way?

I am not like them
That much, I will admit
But is it truly my fault?
What am I supposed to do about it?

They treat me like a monster
Like vermin
A dangerous insect
That must be quickly smashed

Perhaps it is better this way
Perhaps I am best left alone
I don't belong in their world
Nevertheless, I cannot understand it…

Why do they hurt me?
Why?