Tell me how long does it take
To realise you’re a freak
To be pointed at in the street
The people, whispering close by
“Is she OK?” Oh, how I wanted to cry!

Horrified, you realise they mean you
You were never the sort to turn heads
Well, now you do
You want to hide
Losing your pride.

Feeling sad all the way home
I wish I hadn’t come
I know they mean no harm
I must develop a tougher skin
To prevent people looking in