THE MASKS WE WEAR
I already know life is deep
But I still dig deeper
The devil is at my back
But the lord is my witness
I hope I can tell you how I feel,
May be you will understand
You make me want to run to any where
But here I was meant to stay
I’m a victim of your displaced hatred
Look, when I was young
I was denied a spot in our school’s football team
Even when I was the only one left to pick from
Saying they needed somebody that looked like them
Always acting as a devil in the school plays
Look, I apologize, but this message kinda stung
Partly true, partly fiction but a walking contradiction
My biggest distraction is that I distract
I try to pay attention but attention always pays me
I guess them getting at me is the perfect consolation for their inadequacies
I wonder how this world would be if it didn’t have me
I don’t believe that one should devote their life to devote attention
Everyone deserves to feel just as much of a person as others
Not judged because I was born this way
But maybe by what I offer the world
I didn’t choose to be any where
But here I am anyway
Don’t judge me….you don’t know me!
TRUST AMBROSE
