There's something I want to address
That I keep bottled up inside
That I die every time someone
pushes me to the side
They take me and break me
Telling me how to live my life
So I try and I strive
Yet remain broken inside
They claim that I'm young
Because of the years that I've aged
I may be young but I'm wise
And I'm bottled up with rage
They see me but don't know me
And have never lived my life
They can take me, and use me, abuse me inside
But my pride is too strong and so I survive
Their words are just whispers
That I'll never believe
They say I should change,
But I'm not what they see
The lives that they live 
are nothing more than a show,
they play for their friends
an imaginary face for them to know
It's the short comings of the world
When the blind take the lead
I continue to loose the feeling
and replace it with the need to bleed
These chains got me down
But my strength remains eye to eye
try your hardest to succeed
But this time you'll never make me cry
One minute I'm a freak
and next you say I'm a goddess
Think before you speak
My superiority comes from prowess
Tell me how to see
Tell me what to believe
Mold me into something
You wish you could be, what a dream
Go and follow all the cattle ahead
No thanks guys, Any much longer with you
I'll end up empty instead, or rather dead
Does it pain you to see someone
with no set fashion?
With her own unique thoughts
Reasoning and Passion? I'm crashing,
A lot faster then I could of hoped for
With these people who claim to love me
Pushing harder then they ever did before
Gathering on the floor
I'm looking down at the images shown
A room of familiar faces
But not one friend known...