The bottom as usual.
My life seems unusual.
Just looking at them.
Looking down on me.
Is this how it is suppose to be?
I would wake up and think.
I would get up and use ink.
Write my feelings as they are.
Put my words as dry as tar.
Is this how I feel?
I would go to bed and think.
I would star in the dark till I see pink.
My future of how I'll be.
I shall rise and make that me.
Is this really my dream?
An under dog face his fears.
An under dog raising his feet.
Now you listen to my words without a beat.
You people underestimated me.
Are you that mean?
New life.
New smile.
New face.
New style.
An under dog has risen, now look at me.