Stuck in a world

I'm stuck in a world where I don't belong, and everytime I wake up, I can't hope for the right, because I know I'll only be receiving the wrong.

I'm in the spotlight of millions of people, it's like they're waiting on what I have to say, but what if I never have anything good to say, because I'm on a road leading me the wrong way.

Everyone looks down on me, even the ones that don't even see just who I'm begging God to let me be.

Waking up in the mornings, trying to look at the sun and smile, is something I haven't been able to do in a while, I wake up and look at the sun, knowing that it's another day of the world against one.

All I want to do is break free of this shadow with holding my pain, and look forward to the wonderful things I have left to gain.

I dream of being taken away from this place, to a world of no hate, only grace. But then I wake up again, ready for not heaven, but hell to begin.

I think to myself, is there a smile inside of my forever frown, or will I always be stuck in a world where I have to always look down?