I don't know why they don't care
I don't know if they think I don't see when they stare

I don't know why they think they know what makes me tick
I don't know why there aren't any friends I can pick

I don't know why they chose me, to label, to name
I don't know why they can't tell we all are the same

I don't know why the title they gave me was whore
I could have lived with obnoxious, a freak or a bore

I don't know how to change their opinions about me
I don't know why they won't open their eyes and see
That I'm not these things they accuse me to be