I remember screaming out to the heavens
Asking why?
Looking to the sky for answers.
Drowning myself in my depression.
Not loving myself enough to leave this oppression.
No such thing as happily ever after.
Just another chapter.
A chapter in hell like reality.
Everyone seems to be mad at me.
I guess it was in the strategy.
To turn myself into a walking abnormality.
It's not my fault, I'm just being who I am.
No wants to be friend.
Because everyone's all playing pretend.
Conformity, is my enemy.
No one gets the sensitivity.
Of the subject everyone likes to act doesn't exist.
But it does but I guess it didn’t make the list.