Am I (the right kind)

~for the unheard voices~

she own two soft hands...am i the right kind
he have perfect taste in fashion...am i the right kind
despite that we're kinda genius..am i the right kind

am i acceptable

so i go on listing if i ever be the right kind
and i never ever lied..am i perfect for this kind
oh i wish it..is it enough to show that i am right

am i exceptional

sing...
am i the right kind
sing...oo sing..
am i the right one

to be loved and be cared
to be helped when im down


but i walk bare feet..ground cuts and it never felt nice
no sound when i speak..questions in screams are not nice at all
when i die..its the same feeling...its never kind

am i invincible

sing...
i am the right kind
sing...oo sing...
i am the damn right one

to be loved and be cared
to be helped when im down

oooo...i am...and i am...
i am

(p.s: i dont usually explains what i write..as long as its like seeds that grows through perceptions..but this one i wrote when i thought of victims of wars,hopeless young generations who never had the chance to seek dreams and be whoever they want to be..then again feel free to see whatever you felt like...)