I am torn between two lines.
The beginning and the end is unclear.
Don't worry about it rhyming, don't worry about it making sense, they all say.
But I fear I have people to please and they have power.
Power to which I cower.

I am scared I admit
and I am unfit
to play this part.
I wish I was like the rest,
carefree and happy but I am not.
I am chained and I'm unfree
As society crucifies me.
They tell me it's OK to be incomplete but others
have more power over me.

Those who have power cover
all the other.
And I'm forced to bow and stand below.
Because I know,
that these people are inside.
They forced me to ride,
and I can't hide because they're
inside of me.
They are a wall of which I carry
but I must pretend and
stand tall.
As if it does not affect me at all.

They are inside of me.
They have power to which I cowar.
I can't run from them because they're inside and
they make the true me,
Slowly die.