There's pain.
And misery.
What would you do?
Would you scream and shout?
Stay quiet and shy?
Explode in anger?
Cry in agony?
Where am I?
What have I done?
I don't get anything done.
Why would I love?
When I don't belong.
Who are you to judge?
You don't even know me?
Why do I scream?
Because no one can hear me.
Why do I cry?
Because I'm all alone.
That's why I ask.
Where am I?