Why me?
The question I ask myself when things fall apart
Living a life as if you donโ€™t own it
As if someone can take it
Hear the judgement from people,
As if you go to the counter to buy yourself as who you are

Living in fear because you know
Some people talk behind your back
People teasing you, laughing at you,
Making jokes about you and even stalking you

And you blame God for what He did to you
What kind of creature has He made?
What kind of a person am I?
Am I a white or African?

Why me?
I wish I were never born!
I feel like Iโ€™m not a HUMAN being
I feel like I am an ANIMAL.