King Of Me

Alone - yet - in an overpopulated nation,
fighting a struggle - battle with no satisfaction,
screaming for help - yet no one takes action.
If only of this total I was not the tiniest fraction,
I would count for others,
and make changes - provoke reactions.

But lonely and locked out,
on the edge of insanity - where I could not commit faults,
I had to decide rather to be me or get sold.
I don't worth nothing - that is what I was told,
I'd rather have myself - rather than sell me for none.

Twisted and dynamic our world is known to be,
rather than change the others I always tried to change me.
I've been called names and been ignored and unseen,
been always the b*****d son of the father - the bad brother of the prince,
but now the formula changed...I'm of my world the king.