Have you ever been attacked for who you are?
I have been told over and over again that i am a good person and i never believed them
But now that they say i am a bad person,
And i can't stand it.

I am trying to get the best way to tell you how i feel
My words are not exceptional like Shakespeare's
They won't stick on your mind for generations to come
They are simple words of pain, real words of hurt

How can i move forward from this, this smoking environment round me
Is suffocating me, drawing me nearer to the grave
I wish you would remember something else about me
Other than this downtrodden vision of **ME