No one knows what you've gone through.
Everyone is your enemy.
Trust yourself and no one else.
Despite the burdens and struggles,
You cry.
Locked behind a solid door.
All that lingers is your silence.
They were right all along.
No one really cares about what you've gone through,
Or who you really are.
Give nothing and gain everything.
That is what life is about.
You see, YOU can easy be misinterpreted and rewritten as THEM.
Just a facade permanently glued to your face while your clothes hide your scars.
That is the best costume.
Everyone will write because they say they know.
But they don't.
They will create programs that enlists symptoms.
They will fund whatever is necessary to stop or prevent this disease.
They will contain the problem by increasing explicit actions, to create more solutions.
They will use me.
Not towards finding a cure to our problem.
Not by aiding us who are infected or helping those around us who are affected.
But by using me as a profit.
The lonely cry of one become thousands,
But that cry is music to their ears.
They say they are helping us.
But all we've gained is the right to have air pass through our lungs,
With ropes tied against our throat and slashes of blood dripping past our designer clothes.
It's not only the quiet ones that go through this. You have too.
You remember how hard it was to open up,
About your sexuality, your nationality, your integrty and your religious society.
The main diseases that plagued everyone, to this very day.
No one understands, it's true.
Only because they, we or even me, Does not know who you are.
You choose to listen and act.
You choose to see and feel.
You choose to speak.
Now you should choose think.
"Only a real risk will test your faith"
Because it's your free will, not anyone elses.
He will accept your imperfections.
So why don't you?
