The society I live in,

Is not the same society you live in,

I die for the moment,

 That you continue to live in,

Should I,

Me, who seem to be misunderstood,

Take a stand?

For something that I don’t understand,

Or fall for corruptness,

Beneath the minds under man,

 I demand,

 My happiness, I hope that don’t,

Go undermanned,

 It seem to me,

That I can’t stand:

For the things people fall short of,

What do I stand for?

That’s something I never thought of,

Well, I am standing under this tree,

One as beautiful as me!

Oh what a beautiful sight you should see,

Unlike the society it seems to be,

NOTHING is as beautiful as me!