What have I done to deserve such hate,
other than offer essential vitality?
I try my best to never play with fire,
Yet evil still searches around for me.
I wish to live a natural, innocent life,
So I can protect what needs it.
I do nothing and still must live in fear,
The angry shadows make it hard to sit.

When I let down my hair,
The wind starts to blow.
When my soul lets a personality set free,
Enemy assassination quota shall grow.
I want to enjoy joyous experiences to be made,
Yet I feel I can only get freedom if I elope.
I often have to take a deeper look inside,
Realizing my general silhouette remains strong to cope.

The aster gets rewarded while sitting on my ledge,
But it takes and takes with no responsibility.
Plus the chains are on my legs as I swim in circles,
And still there is so much taken and expected from me.
My fragile heart can only take so much,
And I try and try so hard and give my all,
I’ve earned such a shrunken perspective of my being,
Just from one slip, one mistake, one fall…
 
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