Pick, pick, scratch and pluck.
Gnaw,gnash, gasp and ****.
Writhe, wring, scream and kick.
Tired, wired, I make me sick.

Fight, flight, sink or swim
He, she, her or him
For what and why, for them
I dye, I lie and sim

Pill, pill, gulp and smile
Puff, puff, snort and pile
Laugh, cry, **** and bile
Living dead is vile

Wild mustangs running free
"Mother, when will I be free?"
She looked at me and paused
"Don't you feel free now?"
What does she think of me?!
I'm not free!
I can't run around being happy
I can't have a saying in anything for my environment
But my loved one is free
Sven is free
He runs and plays with his other friends
He gets to be with ones who care about him
Will I be free like him?
Someday I will be free.

Do you see that light?
Coming out of that window?
I see that light more than you do
I isolate myself from many things
From big groups and crowds and even from people I hate
From family members asking about my day or if I have a boyfriend for once
That light is what I have
I even have a bed with warm covers and a desk full of homework that was suppose to be done a week ago
I'm stressed out and alone
And that's not anyone's fault
ITS MY FAULT
Only I can fix that by leaving the room full of darkness and that one beam of light shining out of that window
But the problem is
It's only me
No ones helping or understanding
Well I guess I'll just stay in my room

Have you ever heard that song?
"Row row row your boat, gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily. Life is but a dream."
Yes life is but a dream
A dream that I'm not living
I don't have a life apparently
Because of society ruling over me
No social skills taking my name
Fear taking my face
Not being able to be myself
I have to live a "dream" that everyone expects
But I have my world
Filled with my words, my thoughts and my actions
It's my world