Why do adults
Never treat us like equals
Why can't I say
What I want to say
Without being riducled
Talked to in that way
They tell me I have no right
But I got all the right in the world
God made me a mind of my own
So I could think on my own
God gave me a mouth, tongue
To speak my thoughts with
To let the world know
What other right do you need
They tell me I'm not their equal
That I sit on a high horse
And look down on them
Thinking I'm better
But they don't know
What's going on inside my head
The thoughts I scream
As I'm filled with dread
I know I below the surface
Below everyone
I do not sit on a high horse
But my deaths omen
I'm eaten slowly by bugs
There is no end
To my misery
I can't even remember
When it even began
Talking shit about me
Talking shit about my friends
I'm not going to let it happen
Not ever again
I want to fly away
Forget my past
Forget yesterday
Why can't I fly away
 
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