no-one said that life was easy, and no-one said the world was fair, but no-one asked me if I wanted to be here and no-one asks me how I feel. in a world where you're nothing if you're not what they make you you're nothing if
you can't be who you want to. this world means nothing if you only have two ways to be. to be asked how you feel and to be seen you have to fit the mold. there's nothing here that means a thing, so what's there for me that can mean
something? where do I fit? where can I speak? where can I be? can I say I don't feel safe to say I don't feel comfortable? can I say it so you hear it? could you just listen? ask me how I feel.