Real-istic Series Part 1

My hair, my height, my skin color were the things that they made fun of
Me, Angel? I never was the type to "fit in"
Just my mom and my diary book understood what I was feelin
when I was alone God was the only one who seen me tearin
Em haters would never know cuz im good hiding what I'm feeling
But if u looked at my eyes, stared into my soul it was heartbroken but you see me I'm still breathing