I walk these streets alone,
I hear faint whispers saying freak and weirdo,
Am in pain knowing am one of these peeps hurts.
I get shivers and feel cold.
Am wishing upon every star that i was dead.
I lock myself in a room that is dark
hoping some one will set me free from my fears.
I no there is no use screaming as no one is there to stop my pain full hate.
I prey my lord to kill me please.
Maybe i should stay that smudge on society,
feeling bunnyty but at least i know were my life begins.
