I'm ripping my hair out why can't you see?
I'm trying to scream really loud,
In the middle of a busy crowd.
But no-one can hear,
It's a big fear,
To never be heard, never be seen.
To be as free as a bird,
I prefer to be in a cage,
And not be a punch bag for friends rage.
Which I am righ now,
I don't know how,
I've stayed this strong,
For so bloody long,
I would rather be weak,
The future looks bleak,
For me most of all.
No one to see, No one to call.
It will go on until I'm in my grave,
And even then I'll be expected to be brave,
It's just the way I feel; Like I'm having a fit.
Oh it doesn't matter. Forget about it.