I'm a victim of reality
put down for my
conditions of abnormality.
You call me strange,
yet you're just the same.
Everyday I get labeled another name.
Why do I get critisized for all that I do?
I am who I am...
what's it to you?
Why does it matter if I live life to a different beat?
Why is that something you feel you have to defeat?
I see my pain reflecting in your own eyes.
This power and confidence, you know they're just lies.
You think I don't see it?
You think that I'm blind?
Your insecurities and fears, they're crossing a line.
So next time you push me deeper into the ground,
I hope you realize, what goes around comes around.
And maybe one day, you'll stop trying to make me just like you,
because the truth is...you're just a victim of reality too.
