Try as I might,

I cannot see why the world turns so.

It seems too cruel to be true.

Freedom chained, Individuality snuffed, Originality laughed at.

I must be this and do that.

But do I still exist under all the lies?

Try as I might,

I can see the shining light.

I look to the clouds, see past the silver, and find the stars.

I break the chains with my writing,

Create individuality with my art.

Set the path to originality every day,

I still exist despite the harm I face.

Try as I might,

I cannot be held down.

I break the boundaries that limit me.

I look at the image reflected and shatter the glass.

It binds and distorts and mirrors the words of hate.

I build back the image as I see it.

That is where I exist.

Try as I might,

I ignore the critics, with their words of acid,

Eating away at my self-esteem.

Their taunts are kindle, fueling the fire in me,

Each tear I shed makes me stronger.

I will stand strong, I will carve my own path.

The mighty may fall, but I will rise.

In this world, I will exist.

Try as I might,

I will shed the filters people see me through.

I am more than just smart and kind.

Sarcasm and nerdy jokes are in my mind.

Books are my escape, imagination is the key.

Most don't see that, but I dream the impossible.

I don't think with just logic,

But with unreal solutions.

Being myself is where I exist.

Try as I might, I still exist.