Everyday there is a boy or girl feeling different
Today I feel like a pair of shoes
A pair that you leave under your bed
under clothes, under a pile of dirt where no one can see
There is days when I can see from under
See others play games play a movie
Throw a party with friends
But every time I'm out and can see
I go back under the bed under everything under everyone and just hide
Hide away from everyone from everything and it's like I'm that pair of shoes that someone payed for at that store where there are many more better shoes but for some reason the ones you payed for with the last of your allowance were not the ones you intended to buy
So then your back to being under a bed
under clothes, under a pile of dirt where no one can see Under the bed because you feel like no one wants you or needs you anymore
Under the bed where no one sees you or knows you exists
Because under the bed is where you belong and no one can pull you out of ....

When I close my eyes I dream
Dream of something strange
Dream of something I want to change

In this dream I feel things getting close, too close
Everything gets smaller and smaller
But I'm the only one who knows
Knows that I feel trapped in a box
Like I'm the only fox
Trapped by a hunter
That hunter is everyone
Does it ever make you wonder
Wonder why your trapped
Because I don't understand why
Why all the liers and back stabbers are so attracted
To a person like me
Why me
I have nothing
I do have something
but is just a pile of debris

This dream is real
Once I open them I realize that it's real
Once again things become smaller and smaller, closer than ever
Like if my life is under a panic attack
I need too change
To prevent it from coming back ...

Tired is what I am
Tired of this world full off hate
Full of false fate
Fate is what I can not understand

So, friend help me  contemplate
Help me learn how to not hate
Show me the way to good fate
But why have you not helped
if help is what i don't get
so, tell me am I tired yet

Tired of you not helping
So why keep on trying
If nothing seems to be working
Then let me be nothing
Let me go ,
Let me go with you friend to the very end
I'm tired, let me not be tired

People have soft and smooth skin
But mine is weak, old and thin
Thin like glass, so thin so old that it may just shatter into pieces
People don’t know how thin my skin is,
They don’t know how fragile my feelings are,
My skin is full of disparity
Full of disclarity
Disclarity of why I don’t have smooth and soft skin,
No one has come up to give me clarity
My skin feels like a piece of wood
A piece so broken that there’s only cracks all around
I don’t know how to be more profound
I take a look around
All these people With smiles not frowns
But me,
I’m just another person who has different skin all around.