You tell me these things I don't understandThey boggle my mind and make my soul smileTo think that someone like youWould see someone like meAnd see what you say you see. You tell me I'm Cute...I see my own chubby cheeksMy typically pale complexion...You say I'm Funny...I hear only my old desire to be truly acceptedMy own trepidation at letting others inYou call me Kind...I only see an outcastWho knows true cruelty...You p...