They don’t see their power

They don’t have to struggle

They don’t try to seek

They don’t help the misunderstood

They don’t want me to rise

Yet they do see me fall

I continue to slowly fall

From any chance at power

And yet I still want to rise

I still wish to try and struggle

No one notices the misunderstood

No one will seek what we seek

I think, what do I seek

I think, why do I fall

I think, who else is misunderstood

I think, where do I find power

I think, how do they struggle

I think, when will I rise

Why is it just me who will never rise

Even though I try so hard to seek

Understanding, the world is always a struggle

Every day fighting to not slip up and fall

Every day trying to find my own power

Why is it just me who is always misunderstood

In the end, I’m just misunderstood

From trying so hard to rise

To the ever escaping power

That we all fight to seek

I’m just tired of the fall

And I’m tired of the struggle

So I’m finished with the struggle

I’m finding aid so that I won’t be misunderstood

I will not let this make me fall

Instead I will stop so I may rise

I will stop so I may continue to seek

Ever greater and unstoppable power

Now I will power through any struggle

Now I will always seek aid so I won’t be misunderstood

Now I will only rise because it’s not an option to fall