I am a stranger, and an outsider that lurks in the shadows.
I wonder if everyone is oblivious to my existence, or if I’m simply ignored by all
I hear the chuckles of my peers as I’m so easily passed by
I see myself dead, with no one at my funeral
I want to show the world who I am and what I have to offer
I am a stranger, and an outsider that lurks in the shadows.
I pretend that I’m complete and that my life is perfectly normal
I feel as though I am slave, and everything I say and do is discarded
I touch the base of the mountain I have yet to climb and the rocks crumble beneath my feet
I worry that I will never amount to anything and my life will have no purpose
I cry out to the world to show my pain but no one lends a helping hand
I am a stranger, and an outsider that lurks in the shadows.
I understand that I have to take fate into my own hands to work at my goals
I say that everything happens for a reason
I dream of making a difference in the society we call home
I try to show my true colors, but they are erased but the insensitivity of others
I hope to became someone of envious status to prove what I stand for
I am a stranger, and an outsider that lurks in the shadows.