2006 January:

Try to make the world content with me,
my life, my way of being.
But no one wants to understand
that there's more to life than pleasing.
All the people who never feel and think,
they know just what you should be doing.
Why can't they let me be, leave me alone,
be happy with the way my life is blooming?
It makes no difference to me
if any one every really understands.
You don't always need to play
the cards you hold in your hands.
You can't live life for others
when they live only for their own peace of mind.
It's sad that no one really cares
when I give them a piece of mine.