Always Me

Always Me

Since the time I was quite small I have considered myself quite shy,

Since the morning I awoke and thought my dad was going to die.

I find it hard to talk to most people,

Most of the time.

And I keep to myself and find it hard to cry.

I am backwards and an outcast,

And I get bullied by some folk,

But inside I feel as big and strong as a mighty oak,

And as fearless as an eagle soaring through the sky.

But I keep to myself teathered to a pole,

Buried ten feet in the ground and set in concrete.

Take this moment to hear my words.

Reach out, reach out

I'm not just a little tadpole,

Walk with me hand in hand,

We can all be free and not teathered,

We can all march this beautiful land.