You know what they say
It happens everyday,
"You have no right to speak,
You are a freak!
No one cares about you,
No one even gives a damn or even two!"
Why me?
Why is it me that the boys and girls of this century,
Have chosen to pick on me?
I have been nothing, but a kind person
Yet, I am the person that they have chosen
Just another fish in the ocean,
A shattered piece of glass in a sea of commotion.
But, here I stand in front of it all.
A nauseating feeling, about ready to fall.
How can the people we love
Turn into such hateful beings that we use to trust?
Our future is ahead of us,
Yet, the past is what people say defines us.
Is it all just hopeless?
Hopelessly enslaving our minds to control us
And tell us,
Who they really think we are
Like it's bound to the stars
Just another freak behind all these scars.