You're kicked to the dirt so you pick yourself up,
You're given ***** water so you get a fresh cup.
You're always put down so you grin and smile.
You're bullied for your clothes so you change your style.

Then every so often they start being nice,
To hide from their friends their heart of ice.
You think they might keep up the pretense,
Until they cross back over the fence.

Then one day, you just snap,
You can't take it anymore so you start to fight back.
You want your identity, not to be hidden,
To show how you feel, not to be forbidden.

You can never be free from thought,
Your memories can not be fought,
but you can choose to move forwards or not,
So you can be happy and let them rot.

Don't let yourself be kicked to the dirt,
Don't accept ***** water; it will only hurt.
Tell somebody if you feel put down,
And keep your style even if they frown.