Who else could I ever be
if in the mirror all I see is me?
People try to change me like I'm not tamed.
To most of them it's just a game.
But still I keep my head held high.
Even when I can't, I try.
Sometimes I want to cry, but I fight back the tears.
Sometimes I want to die, but I fight back the fear.
I try to fight but I know the time is near
when all this hatred and discrimination will dissapear.
And on that day I will start a new life.
And on that day it will be the time
where I can be
but just me.