Quietly

Sometimes I wonder
what my life would be
If I could just fly away
and be free
no distractions
no resistance
just me

Everyone looking
staring at me
the world is on my shoulders
crushing me
so much pressures
sometimes I wonder
quietly

If there is a place
just for me
nothing to restrict
my desire to be
who I am
not who you think
sometimes I wonder
quietly

Why everywhere I turn
their eyes follow
those who can't accept
who I am
I am me
sometimes I wonder
quietly

Why misfortune
strikes some
more that others
some like me
sometimes I wonder
quietly

If death is better
than life itself
on this man made
stupid world
what good has
it done for me
nothing....