Unspoken Words

Hear his song

He migrated when he was 6
went to school, made some friends.

Everything was cool until in 7th grade.

Didn't know it'll be a hell,
he started to think
he started to cry
he started to say, "I wish i'll die."

Why, why, why,

They said he doesn't belong,
and he must go back to where he called home
and he started to say, "please myself, be strong."

He started to ask, who am i?
he don't know, he don't know
what's wrong if he has brown eyes?
He started to scream, no, no, no!
please please, tell him what's wrong.

He started to cut his wrist,
thinking maybe everything will end up with certainty.
one , two, three, four, five cuts
he just wanted to stop all these insanity.

It won't work, he said
all these scars won't end his pain
this insanity will soon come to an end
he'll fight strong standing on his lane.

Like a song he keeps on singing,
"head up head up,
this agony must now stop,
be strong, be strong,
being different is not wrong."

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For me, it is not wrong to be different, what's wrong is, the mind of some people who thinks that it is wrong to be different.

Be strong always. God bless❤
-sam