Pressure

 

 

 

 

 

I'm sorry that my hair and skin are tainted black,
My hair isn't blonde enough to blend right in.
I apologize my piercings are so taboo,
Too many holes to please society.
Forgive me for my ideas are absurd,
Normality can never be my style.

Once again I brace for the attack,
Waiting for the end before it even begins.
Searching through lies for what's true,
To determine what's "meant to be."
Another voice gone unheard,
For society's pressure has gone hostile.