sometimes i refuse to hold my head up high
especially when the world is constantly passing me by
i go unnoticed by the fast paced people around me
there's an unlimited amount of pressure to be whats not me
the skies are filled with clouds that resemble a dark shade of grey
i'm supposed to have the capability to be who I am
and say what I choose to say
however, that idea is utterly foreign in my simple mind
i am, with out a doubt, the one that always stays behind
i do have certain intentions that cause me to act the way i do
i live in a land all my own
that when people mention me they ask, who?
i will always have difficulty holding my head up high
but when the day comes that i do raise my head
i'll most definitely know why