As I look out the window of my mind,

I see many hopes, dreams, and desires

That might be fulfilled,

That might not.

I see emotions, strong and burning,

Hurting my heart, making me wonder

As my mind keeps telling me in a

Confused, rambling way that

I could have a chance,

That I might become something someday.

People live to pull me down,

Grasping my legs and trying to trip me up

In their mistakes and gossip,

Telling me I am not smart,

Telling me I am ugly,

Telling me that I am not worth their time.

They'll see one day,

When the prince becomes the pauper,

And the lowly rule over all.