The Protester's View

When I see, I see a dying world, When I speak, The world dies a little more, When I hear, The things heard, are Grieving words, But you say I'm "perfect", Just the way I am, Then when I look in the mirror, All I see is a scam, A scab of the world, Because I am a girl, Who is a failure of a sister, I am a girl, Who can't listen like the others, I am a girl, Who doesn't view like the others, So speak not , To me, Try to see my heart, But I am nothing, Of what you see, With my screaming's start, The pain in the world that harms me.