they say bad only get worse or eventually, it will turn into a curse.
talk back to defend the offended, you're automatically not well enlightened.
don't have the looks, you're out of the books.
educated in a bad reputation town, they start looking down.
but I'm not what they say, I am not what they convey, but i'm unique in my own way.
just like a butterfly, it starts out as a caterpillar who can't fly. not beautiful to some, but its transformation is still not done.
i can do what they doubt, in fact, i can do it without walking out.
Give me some time, and I'll be fine.