The coldness creeps in without any reason.
My life is winter, my permanent season.

No ounce of warmth anywhere I go.
My bare feet on the ground, walking through snow.

In spring it rains and everything is alive.
I'm stuck in a blizzard where everything dies.

The sun in the sky must have been a mistake.
It refuses to melt the ice on my lake.

My frostbitten heart can endure no longer.
I keep getting weaker and not any stronger.

As hate fills my mind, I am stuck in a box, that is hidden beneath the cold and closed with a lock.

The key has been lost due to the freeze.
My voice has gone hoarse, I have run out of pleas.

I'll keep begging to the sun, but I doubt he will listen.
And every day the ice will continue to glisten.

No heat could relieve my ice drenched heart.
My life is winter and spring will never start.

The sweat drips from her face down to the floor,
She's worked too hard and can endure no more.

Her hands on her knees, she takes a deep breath,
She wonders how so many times she's escaped death.

Others suffer while she lives on,
That never stops her from wishing that she was gone.

The cold in her blood makes it hard to stay warm,
Her rage rushes in like an unforeseen storm.

The dark inches in, destroying the light,
She has been through too much to continue the fight.

She's afraid to let go, for she is uncertain,
But for the most part she just wishes to close the curtain.

To end the show of what they are viewing,
Life is not what she looks forward to pursuing.

The hurt gets worse, the more I try the more I fail.
My once enlightened face has turned an ugly shade of pale.

I can't be what anyone wants, no matter how hard I try.
They continue on with their lives while I continue to cry.

If I ever become what you want, please let me know.
It's taking everything I have in me not to let go.

Finding my place in this hell is not an easy task.
What you see every day is a disguise, I wear a mask.

You want me to change my ways, but it's not as easy as you make it out to be.
I don't see why everything I do is wrong when you appear perfect to me.

Things are progressively declining at an intense rate.
All the happiness in my heart is quickly being flooded with hate.

If I could just get up and go, believe me, I'd be gone.
But for some odd reason, I persist to hold on.

For no good purpose do I deserve this agony, it's just not fair.
I'm getting to the point in all of this where I wonder if I should even care.

They say it'll get better, it just takes time.
But the troubles I'm having to deal with, I swear they're a crime.

Nothing is good enough and it never will be.
Living in this accusing world is not healthy for me.

If I could escape it, don't think that I would stick around.
I'm tired of all I say or do being shoved into the ground.

So don't be surprised if I regret all that I do.
But just so you know I feel this way all because of you.

So while I sit here while my life continues to get ******,
I want you to know that you ****** up too so I hope you're happy.

Different is good.
Normal is overrated.

Be who you are.
Don't care if you are hated.

So people disapprove, but you are who you are.
Just be yourself, that is better by far.

Ignore the judgement, they have no clue.
They don't know what it's like to be you.

Fun and energetic, living life to its full.
Following your heart, not society's rule.

It's better to be taken down for something you believe,
Than to be glorified by the way you deceive.

Let them dislike you, they don't know what they're missin'.
Maybe they would see if they would actually listen.

They are too closed off to open their eyes.
That is the reason for their despise.

Express how you feel, no need to change.
They are the ones who are truly deranged.

Live for you, not what they demand.
We are one in the same, I will take your hand.

We'll rebel against normal, at whatever cost.
They'll all be sorry because it's their loss.