The world is dark, and hope is bleak,
nothing is ever what seems to be.

Enemies abound, with skepticism inbound.
Society influences what I think is within me.

My potential is what, and friends who,
those are determined not by me but you.

Not trusting myself, and looking to others,
my opinions are unlike no other.

Forced to conform, to what is not me,
Gradually I lose my identity.

Yet what is within me, what I truly see,
is that I will always be free, to choose what I believe.