All of us had different personalities
Lively, silent, happy, or sad
Too many odds for a person to describe
But we still live in the same world
Judgment remains in us
As they found our odds as a shame
But never knew their own odds
Thinking that they're even with others if possible
Some say they're normal and okay
While some are queer and not okay
Hearing judgments from them?
What will be the odd persona for them to be ashamed of?
Living in the world of ordered liberty
Some are disciplined, others are abusing
Thinking that they can do anything
Not knowing the consequences they had to face
