• Who are you to say these things,
    When you are not in shoes of mine,
    To lecture me about my sins,
    And claim to be superior.

    Who are you to blame on me,
    The sins of others as my own,
    Indirectly I destroy the world,
    But you don't understand a thing.

    Have you been battered, beaten, killed?
    Have you experienced such despair as I?
    You haven't seen the pain I'm in,
    You only hear the rumors spread.

    As I stand here watching the world,
    As I endure the brutality of life itself,
    As I question life's utter meaning,
    You stand there, and you despise me.

    Why must the weak die,
    And only the strong survive?
    Why must I be attacked?
    Because I, too, am weak?

    This is a chain, it never ends,
    As humans are such ruthless beings,
    Survival of the fittest remains,
    As animal instincts still exist.

    So do not lecture me with ignorance,
    Do not chastise my existence,
    Leave me be until you see,
    How painful life can be to you.