pushed in the corner, been staring forever mistakes and disorder, blurring all over is it something that I said? cause I seem to misfit the chairs they say to sit, I can only reject and I'm feeling like an outlaw all the guns pointed at me do I really have to fit in? is it something I must die for? I can't reset myself from what I am and let the pain just curse on me if I can hold my "will" and carry on then today should feel better than from yesterday everyone seeks for control do I really have to change me? just to wash away my pride is it something I must live for? I won't regret the choice and what I've done so let them say what they wanna say if I can stand against the ones who laugh then I know my strength has grown from yesterday