Feeling of being choked
Not being able to breathe without crying
Feeling of loneliness, death in thy eyes
As you stare at me.

Pretending to be happy while I cry inside
My inner child is dying
Soon there will be left only the cruel,
Unhappy being, which childhood was taken away

A broken spirit,
One that was denied by society
Only because being different is a crime.
Pretending to care, while growing to be cruel to others.