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A lost soul

Wandering the streets

Living in a prison

Branded in another person's skin

I still see the way they judge

The way they refuse to understand

Despite all my efforts

I will never be beautiful

Put on the lipstick top hide the sickness

And a skirt to hide the hurt

When they use all the wrong words

To describe my life

Life is getting difficult

Exploited, sexual abuse

Being jumped in the street

Deceived from all things, positive

Maybe if I killed myself

I'd prove I'm a human being too

Maybe I'd change their views

Losing friends, losing myself

Nobody sees me for who I am

Maybe if I don't wake to see another day

I will make a difference