The smallest slaves you will ever meet
Are out there working on the street
They fight day and night to be brave
And yet thier lives, we don't save.

They work until they're weak and weary
Until their eyes are red and teary
They collapse into a desperate slumber
The working days pass without number

Beat until bruised and sobbing
Jobs of work and jobs of robbing
Children working everywhere
Please, please hear my prayer

I think of you everyday
I try to help in every way
But some of the world doesn't realize
The pain and suffering in your eyes

So listen up, people, can't you see
Children the same age as me?
Working in factories and on the streets
The smallest slaves you will ever meet.

I'm going to be me now,
when I'm sad I will show sad,
and when I'm happy I will show happy,
but I won't hide who I am.

I?
I used to be quiet and nice,
and behaved,
at least that's what they told me,
Am I still the same?

If I am who I am,
I'll find friends who like me like who I am,
and I will be able to stop pretending,
Because who I am is not following it is staying.

I'm not being who I am,
so there is no way for me to change,
already I put smiles and faces,
already I do lie,
lie about the things I like,
LIE ABOUT WHO I AM.

I want to have plenty of friends,
but not if they don't like me,
not if they like the NOT REAL Judit,
not if I am not who I am.
not if I have to LIE ABOUT WHO I AM.

I am tired of pulling smiles,
Ii am tired of following friends,
that's why you see mixed emotions,
but that's only what you see,
Inside of me it is only sadness,
and now the hapieness disguise is wearing down,
that's why you see me feeling down,
it's all because I have to LIE ABOUT WHO I AM.

Why do I?
Why do I have to,
have to LIE ABOUT WHO I AM?

There is so much hope in people I know,
I like them, but they do not care,
sometimes I feel so lonely,
and is my only option to change?

I want to be who I am,
I want to be strong,
and people to like me,
But I have to find a way,
because I will not change.

I am who I am,
I will be who I am,
and I'm not going to change,
not even for the people to like me,
and even for people to like me,
and even if I have to be lonely,
I will stay the same.

I am so sorry,
BUT I WILL NOT CHANGE,
NO WAY.

Here is a collection of poems I've written all talking about the same subject. I might add more. Click read more to see the collection.