Tell me this...

I hate this world and it hates me,
I don't know what I need to be...

I wanna scream,
I wanna shout,
listen to me,
I'm so full of doubt...

Why do I always feel these ways?
Why am I the only one who pays?
Why doesn't God give me praise?
I feel like I'm stuck inside his maze...

I'm giving up and there is goes,
my faith and hope, out the windows...

I'm giving in, can you feel my pain?
I try to run, can you see my strain?

They say, the ones who suffer, turn into true beauty...
but thats a load of sh*t, just look what it did to me...

I've lost this battle now awaiting war,
but my battle wounds are just to sore...

I'm no longer who I used to be,
my time with you, has changed me...

But it's time to show you who I really am,
before people go judging me again...

Take my hand and you will see,
how this world really looks to me...
Look past all my insanity,
and maybe you could tell me, who I'm suppose to be...