My Path

I live in a world that says that I’m free,
But I’m free to be anyone, anyone but me,
Accused of going down a path that to them seems so wrong,
Making me feel out of place like I don’t belong,
I live in a world daily experiencing hate,
Condemn for a lifetime to a discriminatory fate,
Never heard out always prejudged,
Fueling my sadness at the same time my grudge,
I live in a world but with quite no life,
Never happy, constantly ignoring my strife,
Never content, much less in peace,
And this anger inside me finds no release,
I live in a world if I could say live,
When there’s seems to be nothing to exist for
Much less to believe.