Please Forgive My Disbelief

I’m not used to being brilliant, 
I’m not used to being seen, 
So long I’ve been resilient,
In a world that’s grown obscene.

I’m not used to being liked, 
I’m not used to being praised, 
So long I’ve been that loud-mouthed kike, 
That those words seem out of place. 

I’m not used to being heard, 
I’m not used to loving crowds,
So long that I’ve been burned,
By those who shout me down. 

So if you show me love, 
Please forgive my disbelief,
This world has made me tough, 
By giving me no peace. 

I am sorry if I snap, 
I am sorry if I yell, 
So long that I’ve been trapped, 
Alone inside this hell. 

A world that’s filled with hate, 
A world that shows no love, 
I tell you it’s no place, 
For a young man to grow up. 

How can I learn to feel? 
How can I learn to think? 
When thinking men get stoned? 
And feeling men all sink? 

To be a thinking man, 
In a world of mindless drones, 
Is not a pleasant path, 
And it’s one you walk alone. 

So if you show me love,
Please, forgive my disbelief.