I've been searching all my life, but it's me who needed to be found
Wading through a knee high trench, but still I managed to drown

I'm sickened looking at this page, disgusted by these words
The generic way the letters form, no character in their curve

The extravagant blandness of this upper middle class society
Pockets full of silver and gold that leaves one's soul empty

Pushing the edge of whatever persona they claim to exemplify
Because through their dignity, my faults are someway amplified

Somehow,all of who I am has become a cause of distress
The motions that I wrongly choose inflict shock an pailness

I can’t expel individuality, being yourself through it all costs
I haven’t found my way out yet, but at least I know I’m lost...

Go ahead, I know I'm the last person who should be complaining... But don't act like over half of us aren't from the suburbs, or altleast well off, I'm jus one of the ones who's got the balls to claim it.