I am an outcast

The crow among the doves

The girl you walk right past

Born with depression

Not to mention the tension

Of fighting with yourself is a quiet hell

 

My life is controlled by a bell

Always telling me where to go

Spreading my time out to accommodate

Classes with those I hate

 

It may have been by chance

That I had to grow up fast

With a rocky past
 I was born with a knife in hand

Just to face what's on this land

 

Tear stained

Halfway drained

My words chained to the bed

So my forbidden words can't be said

I AM the one that speaks

Speaks for those

Who arose just to plea

To be set free

 

My words may be a little jumbled

May even be fumbled

I may even mumble

But with a damaged mind

It happens sometimes

 

I cannot lie

I couldn't be cool if I tried

Hardly anyone looks my way

Already dead inside

The rest just flies by

 

I am Brianna

Given the chance

My words will put you in a  trance

 

I have allot to say

 But at the end of the day

No one listens  anyway

I am the crow amongst doves

That just wants to be loved