People

Why do some people feel they are perfect?
Why do they seem to know everything about this world?
Why do they think that they can do everything?
Why do they think they are a god?

They quickly judge other people
They quickly conclude who they are
They quickly reject them
They quickly humiliate them

Is it wrong to love?
Is it wrong to be happy?
Is it wrong to express what you really feel?
Is it wrong to be yourself?

Well I guess with this kind of people
It's such a hard thing to do
They think you're different
They think you're crazy

You're disgusting
You're foolish
You're a problem
You're a devil

All this word is still running through my head
I can still hear all their whisper
I can still feel the pain that they bring to me
I can still feel the scars is still aching

I hate people who judge quickly
I hate people who don't know how to value others
I hate people who don't know how to respect
I hate people who bring pain to others

They say in this world we are all fair
No rich or poor
No strong or weak
No clever or stupid

But it's all a lie
People are not equal
This world is full of discrimination
This world is full of pretenders

I want a world that is peaceful
I want a world were I can be myself
I want a world were I can express my own feelings
I want a world were I can be happy...