My life is simply of torture,
But who am I to complain,
I dont have the right.
Who am I to speak out how I feel,
My opinion is of no value to no one.
Maybe someday i'll be just like everyone else,
Yes I will,
And that day will be the day that I die.
Who am I to write these poems,
Theyll only shut me down,
Since my words are unacceptable in this society.
Who am I to be any different,
That disturbs everyone here.
Well maybe someday i'll be just like everyone else,
Yes I will,
And that day will be the day that I die |
