You fall out of grace
If you don’t have a pretty face
It works on your nerves
When the body lacks the right curves
Mentally or physically “disabled”
You are being labeled
Your consciousness being haunted
Is this what you wanted?
You ask yourself why
Expectations are so high?
But who decides
What are our rights?
A feeling so strong
To find a place where we belong
All the people
Should not follow like sheeple
Let our lives no longer be disturbed
By the rules that cause so much hurt
Ask yourselves to Whom
Am I responsible to bloom?
It is all up to YOU
To set the rules in whatever you do