Be Me, and Live With Her..
Why won’t they let me?
Let me be
Just like I am
I’m getting tired
Sometimes I feel...
I feel I can’t go on
Keep fighting I say
But I can’t anymore
Not anymore
I look inside me
To see what has happened
To see whats wrong
But I realize there’s nothing wrong
I’m just different,
and that frightens people,
they do not accept me
Why not?
I can change humanity
But they won’t let me
My body and my mind, both;
are tired
They have to suffer insults
To be humiliated by a piece of paper
Why?
Is this true society?
Afraid, ignorant and evil?
They just don’t know
I can change science
I can make humans more inteligent
But they won’t let me
They want me to learn something they know
They want me to speak what they speak,
to hear what they hear,
to see what the see,
to know what they know
to live like they live
And I have to,
if I don’t they’ll destroy me
with words,
with actions
Nerd, the young would call me
Rebel, the older ones
They’ll mock me
Like if I’m a phenomenom
I can play with their minds
I can make them suffer
Physically and Psicologically
But I won’t...
I just want to be accepted,
without being what they expect me to be
But what I expect to be
What I want to be
I can help them,
but they won’t let me
So I cry in hiding
Wishing someone could understand me
I shout beneath the rain:
“I’m tired! Let me rest please!”
What have I ever done to them?
For they to see me like they do?
I shout until I have no voice,
not outside, nor inside me
I’m afraid of them
of society...
I don’t want to become dark;
but my soul hurts more each day
I feel how it becomes a hater
a soul that is tired
But inside that soul there is hope
A hope that is given by a woman
a young, loveley girl
A girl I love
She understands me
and even if she is worth more than society
Society responds in return
and hurts me using her
Nightmares...
Hunted like an animal
Trapped by a net,
a net of people that do not trust me
They do what they can to stop me,
but my love is bigger than that
But as always:
I’m getting tired every second
I want her but:
They won’t let me have her...
just like they won’t let me be who I am...
While I’m in my bed, I weep,
wishing I could be with her, kiss her;
I whisper to the darkness:
Why not?
And after that,
I just want to rest
for I’m tired
I want to sleep, perhaps forever...
