Something...

I wear my heart on my sleeve
but my sleeve's full of scars
I'm sick and tired of hearing you can't
I sick of people telling me to not stand

i have something to say
something that needs to be told about our "today"
there's still hope, you need to know this
without any THING else
we always have a choice
people will listen
YOU will hear me,
we have a voice

people's hurt need to be seen
their pain needs to be televised
their struggle needs to be known

I have a thing for happiness
i have to make a difference before i hit my tomb
i want to be if but a small light in a dark room