THE TEARS RUN DOWN MY FACE BUT IM NOT ASHAMED..
THE WIND BLOWS IN MY HAIR AS I WALK DOWN A SHADOWY ROAD.
FEEL THE STARES OF PEOPLE AS I WALK BY.
THE DISGUST THEY HAVE TO ME, LIKE IM NOT ONE OF THEM.
WHAT DO I DO? PRETEND TO BE SOMEONE ELSE.
OR STAND UP FOR MYSELF.
TIRED OF GETTING MY FEELINGS HURT FROM EVERYONE AROUND ME.
TIRED OF FEELING LIKE CRYING CAUSE SOME PEOPLE TREAT ME
AS IM NOT AS IMPORTANT AS OTHERS.
SO WHILE I WALK DOWN THIS SHADOWY ROAD WHERE ITS NOTHING BUT GRAY.
THERE WILL BE ME A CHANGE AND INSTEAD OF SAD TEARS RUNNING DOWN MY FACE.
TEARS OF JOY WILL GO DOWN, AND EVERYONES EXPRESSION WILL CHANGE.