Unorthodox

Oh earthly humans,

Oh how I let you forsake me,

Into the depths of my weaken soul,

But clueless growing up believing I was just an illusion,

To late to protect myself,

A bitterly late to change,

Power to the people,

And beautiful fallen Angels,

Eyebrows raised to the lovers,

Smiles exposed to the hell raisers,

Humans can't turn me into plastics,

Because I'm already melted into a modern hippie,

Can't bend my rules because I created them,

I must do what's written on my birth tag,

Sorry earthly humans,

You may have damage what was created for me,

But no power will strike against what makes me powerfully outstanding.