Dark shadows all around with no light to see
Voices I hear, cursing me with everything
I just want to be as happy as can be
But sadness & depression kept lingering
I have nowhere to run, no one to cry on
People despise me even though I’ve been good
Even my father did say, “You’re not my son”
Words pierced through my heart, need to run, really should
Escaping the crowd, escaping reality
I’ve been unwanted ever since that day
Not them, but I, I was wounded severely
“It shouldn’t be them who’re mad, but me”, I say
It should be I, I, the one being often used
The one being played on over and over
But instead, I’m the one being abused
Hurtful words, glares and stares, need to take cover
I’d love to experience all the normal things
Have friends, to love, and enjoy while I am free
But how can I, after they’ve broken my wings
I wish someone would notice, someone would see
The shattered pieces inside me, is often
Stepped on, cursed, and played by people around me
The freedom I longed, when can it happen?
I ask thee, to come and help thy poor me
Am I only up to this kind of thing?
Be a poor guinea pig for your experiments?
Have mercy on me, I am but just a child
I beg you set me free, I don’t deserve this kind of life.
