It’s really not fair
To be the mirror in your dream
You are the ghost
Of your potential self
To sit and stare
You’ll fail at most
We learn to prove oneself
We are whatever we scream

To pretend is to compromise
And to change
Simply an imitation
Of another being
You become whatever they devise
You are their creation
You’re only agreeing
A slave, how strange

Each move you make
Already is decided
You have no choice
To do what you really want
Each step you take
You have lost your voice
And they begin to taunt
Your differences, you’re chided

In another world
You want to escape
You start to break out
From the grips of this solemn jail
In your little corner, you are curled
You badly want to shout
“Here I am, don’t let me fail!”
On the walls a message you scrape

The more you twist
The more you turn
The more you attempt
They cannot accept
If you fight with your fist
They regard you with contempt
You are inept
More you have to learn

It’s really not fair
To be the mirror in your dream
You are the ghost
Of your potential self
To sit and stare
You’ll fail at most
We learn to prove oneself
We are whatever we scream