Is it them, or is it me?

Busy street, busy world

Smoky vehicles, private planes

Greeny grass, misfortuned space

Helpless child, unpredictable days

How to live in pain?

I've been too good for the world to see

And now I'm asking

Is it them, or is it me?

Damn that word “abusive”, it's killing me

Cruelty, sadness, pain that no one could understand

Often seen just the half of me

But truth is, inside it is too deep

And now I’ll ask again

Is it them, or is it me?

People talking at my back

Pushing myself to just hold back

Forget it all and just relax

That thing will never clearback

I wanna shout, I wanna scream

I wanna tell the world that I'm a queen!

But how can I if I'm in pain?

It's abusive

Yes it is

But let me end this poem by leaving this

And I'm out of here