Shunned by my peers,
Locked out of their hearts,
Forced to live in the streets.
In filth and mud and sweat,
I reigned in my own kingdom
Of anarchy and illusions.
I would sing my songs
And pray to my gods,
And no one seemed to care.
Still, they thought to themselves,
"What a carefree life,
He can do whatever he wants."
But what they didn't know
Was that I was trapped
In a body that wasn't my own.
I couldn't control
The things that I did.
I had no explanations.
So I gave up my life
In hopes for a better one;
But I was wrong.