There could come a day
When I may forget my way
Walking in an unknown direction
May not be my intention
But the words from
their mouths like venom
Makes me feel like I'm not a human
Avoiding all their cruel eyes
Which is all filled with prides
Running away from what I call hell
Hiding away my "persona" which is real
Being aware of all my fears
I let their words flow again in my tears
Every time I ask myself
What if I be like them?
What if I look like them?
Would they treat me the same?
Or would I be the same?
But no matter how I look
Or what I become
Cause "yesterday's me is still me
And tomorrow's me will be still me"
