Who Me Be
The lies, the pain, the hurt
The fat, they ugly, the outcast
The straight, the bi, the gay
We are the f***ing same!
The weak, the strong
The hope, the disbelief
The fake, the real
The poor, the rich.
The words, the pain
The teachers say nothing
The cries, the tears
The fighting, the anger…
The knife, the razor, the blood
The cuts, the scars, the proof.
The pants, the sleeves
The looks, the laughs.
The lights, the cuffs
The rooms, the people
The help, the praise
The disappointment, I’m sorry.

The friends, those fakes
They said they would be there!
Ha what a lie, they left me here…
There fake, there cruel, they lied.
What the hell am I suppose to do?!
The voices, they tell me, your nothing
The names I’m called…
Whore, b****, slut, fatass, worthless piece of s***.
Those words I believed…
The esteem went lower…
F***, I’m dying, no help!
It’s not like no one, cares.
The knife, the razor, the blood.
The cuts, the scars, the proof
The pants, the sleeves
The looks, the laughs.
Judge like a book
Stomped on, like a hall
Torn in half, like paper
Shredded like its nothing.
The heartbreak, more pain
The feelings kept inside
The razor, is so clean
The skin is healed.
The razor in my hand
The words, feelings in my heart
The blade pierced through the skin.
The blood, the thoughts…
The laughter I heard
“It’s about time, you die”
“Just go kill yourself, your gross”
I’m sorry, I’m not perfect.
The falling, the laying, the dying
Slowly inside burning to flames.
The laying, because drenched.
The blood, the puddle…
The awakening, wondering what the?
The clothes, covered in red…
The hair together, smells like blood
The legs, covered in blood, and wounds.
The time has come
To do, what has to be done.
The notes, the letters I wrote.
The bag, that I packed.
Outside I went, I looked back
And said farewell, I turned around.
Tears falling from my yes, I thought were dry.
The walking, the disappearing into fog.
The disappearing, the missing, the hunted.
The people, the police, the grief
If only they would have listened and believed
None of this would’ve happened.
The uncaring, the monsters, the bullies
The lies, they told, made me look like a fool.
I tried, and cried for help
No one listened, no one cared.
Who’s the fool now? It sure as hell aint me!
The unfrogiven, the forgotten, the replaced.
The lies I believed.
The woods, the trees, the hands.
The hands began to work, in pitch black
The light shown through, the clouds.
Damn, why clouds, why not forever darkness?
The shelter is done, in I sleep.
Darkness awakens, and so do I,
What is that? A letter by the door?
I panic, and shake, and then I crawl.
The letter wasn’t opened, it said my name, and so I read.
I know who you are, you’re in trouble.
I can keep your secret; you and me are quite the same.
I’m the same as you, I live among the trees
We can help each other live happily.
The tears started pouring out, but why?
Am I happy cuz theirs someone like me?
Am I sad cuz someone knows my secret?
What the hell, I want to see this person!

The light, so blind, the music, the joy.
The person spoke, I jumped back in shock
Is it time I get help? Is it time for home?
The person walks in, he is very gorgeous I see.
Pack your bags, were leaving this place.
No its not home, it’s a place, with kids like me.
I am getting help! I am getting better!
I scream in joy, and bawl in awe, I’m saved.
They are angels, they tell me, I’m a joy.
They tell me I’m nothing as what I was told.
They showed me the opposite, they showed me, me!
They said I’m free, they say I’m better.
I tell myself I’m a better and new person.
I’m still me, but I have a better take on life.
I’m stronger, I’m wiser, and I’m tougher
I’m proud of myself, and what I am now.