It's not my fault for my convulsions knot
It's not my hands that choose to scatter
It's not my legs that flicker the ground
Pushed and pulled throughout my journey,
Starved and rashed along the road
You pinch my injured heart
And ask me why I can’t recover?
You stab my injured brain
And beat me for how I function?
I’m not a disturbed soul
I’m disturbed by the society
I’m not a ghost to be afraid of
I just believe that the society is scarier
You bash me against the wall
Cause I behave this way
Look at the reverberation on your own
Do you still think I deserve to be treated this way?
A taboo to the society is my unwavering identity
A taboo to the society is my underlying potential
I breathe like her and stumble like him
Why do you push me out of compassion?
Why do you fly me away from the hugs?
I want to recover with the compassion
Not your push and pull to a the unknown four walls
I want to heal my mental wound with the togetherness
Not your escapism leaving me behind
I suffocate and trigger the entire day
I quiver and scatter the entire night
The sleepless nights I have and the crippling days I go
My wound is healed with all the bandages
But my happiness is still sighing
My state is brightening with all the illuminations
But my need for family is still dull.
My brain is healed but my soul is not.
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