Blind Justice

From the time I knew Went fast or flew, What I don't know is Why can't I do this? Never better than her Never independent than her Older than her But she's better. Or they say she is. They say she's independent, Loving, Kind, All the things, I'm not. All the things they say I'm not. I want to spread my wings And fly to a far off land, A land where people are unbiased, A land where I'll feel no pain, A land where I'll be loved. But reality strangles me. With its suffocating hands that clasp my throat. They say, I'm dumb, They say she's smart, And yet she doesn't understand my pain, And yet she doesn't understand my sorrow She rips off my hair Burning in a flare I can't, Can't fight I have left no might Enough is Enough Time is surely rough She's tough But I may or may not be independent But surely my grades don't matter? How my dream and desires shatter Homework running round my head My heart is dead No matter how hard I try to impress, No matter hard I study, Her grades will still be better, Why? Because she is younger, Because she is loved. They say I wallow in a pool of self-pity, But what do they know? The people who have been blessed with every happiness on Earth, Who poke fun of my life, My hard-earned joys My stife… They shall never understand….. But this is not what I want to tell you What I do Is………….. I may not be perfect as you may want me to be But you are my world to me Whom do I have than you? Who? Tell me who? I stand alone on the twisted road at twilight, Before me lies loneliness, Behind me lies sorrow. And yet I know not which road to take. Perhaps I should take neither. Perhaps I ought to build a road of my own. A road to that island, where everyone is loved, A road to the perfect world. People will look at me, They'll point me out. Because I'll build a new world, A road of my own. I won't break under the pressure, I won't surrender to their beliefs, I won't rely on hope. I'll build a path of my own Sweat and blood, Where no one is perfect, but perfect is imperfect Only I know how perfection is is truly imperfect My fate has many tests There is no answer to them I always fall for yes I'm a slave to my plesations But do you know? Where I'll go? When I'll have no one? My heart is swelling I'm telling Today, today I have the courage To tell you, to ask you What do I lack? What if I'm not independent? Am I not your daughter? Listen to me Stop this Blind Justice