american lie.

Trying to become immune from this sickness
White America
This badge you’ve sewn into the very fabric of my being
Branded before, during and after birth
This skin makes me less than a second class citizen
My gender makes me less than the opposite sex
My sexuality has thrown me from the frying pan
Into the fire

Climbing my way up the food chain only
To see that links are missing
And time is running out
I’ll starve before I make it
Before I nourish my aching soul
And wounded pride
Fuck you America
The American Dream is
A Technicolor lie

Skin burning as I smile, fighting through
The urges to smash a face into the concrete
My fists balled at my sides, waiting just waiting
For life to strike another blow
But I’m almost down for the count how can I compete

Falling faster into this downward spiral of
Self-despair and hurt mixed with a dash of hate
Hate this life I’ve been given but unable to live
When I know my worth, my talent
And every drop of me that I can give

But I’m feeling ill because my insides
Are twisted and my brain is tormenting me
Whether awake or in slumber
As I watch the morals of society crumble

Catching pieces of who I was, who I could have been
And what I think I’d like to be
Watching them fall between the cracks
It’s dark and cold
But at least I’m not alone