Who am I? 

Who the hell am I? 

Sitting here, angry 

Sitting here, dark from the sun 

Sitting here, kinky and rough 

Feeling here, unwanted 

Ugly 

Untamed 

Unloved 

Burdened 

Shameful 

Who am I? 

What shall I be proud of? 

What should I fear? 

More importantly, what or whom should I love? 

Who the hell am I? 

Who the hell are you? 

Why were we born like this 

Born with this terrible burden 

This terrible burden that is, reality

I'll just keep sitting here 

And I'll just keep wondering 

Who am I?