Why do people criticize, when they don\'t even know me?
I can\'t express myself freely, without going through a gusty wind full of debris with hate, sadness, depression; with no sight to see
I try to express how I feel, but they don\'t foresee
Am I loosing my sanity?
My heart plummets, sinking, deep, down, under the sea
I want to guarantee, with the look of free in my eyes that maybe someone will understand me
I constantly think that I\'ll be stuck, maybe even for eternity
Hoping for the day when someone doesn\'t disagree
And then and only then I can begin to be happy