The world tells us we are nothing,
They say we cause crime, so disgusting,
They say we have no work rate,
They insight all this hate,
They say all we do is drink and smoke,
And on their lies people choke,
They will charge us a fortune simply for living ,
And exploit our blindness, unforgiving,
They will take our money with brutal smirk,
And then say it’s because we won’t work,

They call us “snowflake”,
But all of our happiness they will take.

Staring deeply, her eyes locked with mine,
Her spirit drink garnished with lime,
A beauty wrapped in a deep khaki dress,
Turns my mind into a hopeless mess,
Walking home, her body wrapped around my arm,
A whispered promise to protect her from harm,
We crawl drunken into my bed,
"Cry for me" in soft voice you said.

Where has that boy gone?
The excitable, football-mad child,
Enjoying every second of his youth,
Playing with friends so close that they’re brothers.

Where has that boy gone?
The one who showed unimaginable love to all,
Cherished his family without fail,
So happy, so free, was that not me?

That boy has gone.
Only a shadow remains,
A scarred existence taken day by day,
A vacuum to all happiness within his house.

That boy, I fear, has gone,
I do not like who remains,
An emotional wreck unable to feel,
A dishonest mess unable to stay sober.

It took too long but now I see,
He’s thinking about killing me.