Ask Me The Question

Ask me the question

What is it like to be me

Ask me what it’s like

To get everything for free

Because I’ll tell you this as you stand there

With your fur coat and coach bag

My life isn’t perfect

Yeah, it’s pretty far from that

I was made to be innocent

I was made to be alone

I was made to not have my bed rock

I was made to not have a home

You see, I was made to not be independent

I was made to not be strong

I was made to not release my feelings

Into a hit song

You can go out and party

You can get yourself pissed drunk

You can drive a car with the music high

But me, I stay at home

You see, you have this privilege

To do whatever you want

While me, I still take orders

Like a little 11-year-old

And I wish you could see

The pain I feel inside

I wish my tears were blood

So you could see that I’m not fine

Because, I sit here in my disability

Wondering if it’ll ever go away

I sit here in my depression

Wondering how I can stop the pain

But I can’t make it go away

No matter how hard I try

I can’t erase the pain

Because the eraser’s too dry

Now, Everyone around me

Stands taller than I

And everyone around me

Seems smarter than I

They can reach an 80

Without any problems at all

While I have to climb the highest mountain

To even claim that status at all

And I wish I didn’t feel dumb

Like a 4-year-old wetting the bed

I wish I could feel smart

And go out, and party instead

So, I know how people see me

I know what they think

They think I’m some show freak

The ones who cannot blink

So now, believe me when I say this

I feel like an 11-year-old

Someone who’s not fully independent

Someone who has to do what they’re told

Now, ask me the question

What is it like to be me

Ask me what it’s like

To get everything for free

Because as you stand there

With your jaw-dropping expression

I’m still the stupid freak

Let that be your lesson