How dare I have asked, never to be invited
With an ire of so many unleashed, a misery
This life I've endured, I have barely survived
Life isn't guaranteed, a future isn't promised
I've a dislike for questions, nor any mystery
I'd rather exist alone, than address the crowd
My tribe screams for conformity or my death
Rather I fall to hate than give them my flesh
They've no reason, but despising my being
I'm alive, I know I'm different, even unique
Get your mediocre, flawed hands off me
