I dont need them to believe in me,
I know I might seem weak but look can deceive.
I guess their rather let me think I am down,
Make me imagine that what I see isnt real.
And there is nothing in the world I can do or say,
To be the way I am.
Although sometimes their poison bites,
I know that analyzing souls are not their job,
Like they could ever understand more than their ego needs,
They rather lock us all in where we can never see,
Changes that we could make, rules that need to break.