If life was based on a fairy tale and everything was what it seemed, 

condemned by your biggest fears and hostility blocking your dreams, 

looked upon by who you are, and not by what you do, endearment

isn't deceitful lies until devilry is done to you.

Your appearance has nothing to do with who you are deep inside

and poverty isn't an inglorious fetish that took away your pride. 

Not labeled rich by what's in your pockets, but by what's in your heart

and tears that you cried revolved from weak right from the start.

The world has no effect on you and your soul is full of hope and

discrimination isn't the reason you're often so provoked. 

So if life was really based on a fairytale and people was what

they seemed, mankind wouldn't be in a crisis, thoughts wouldn't 

lead to negativity. 

So who are you to critize and tell me what I can and can not do, 

when I'm the one living in reality with the positive mind to 

conquer through .