As I walk in the streets...
I see the rain with nostalgia and melancholy.
I cry as the drop of rain falls down.

I can no longer speak the language that society speaks.
For I could not anymore compromise and try to belong...
I can only fall upon my own feet. Resorting back to where I once belong.
I only stumble when I try being a part of society.

My strength is now weakness. My weakness is now strength.
Nothing can deceive me.
I only belong in a cage of my own...
I will jump over to escape from this cruel world.

And start my own.