I strummed the guitar,
I heard a melody.
But i got peoples' stare,
They seems to hate it.

I tried violin,
I never succeed in it.
I like music,
But not fated with it.

I tried to tune,
What else i can do?
But what i seems to get,
Are those weird and disgusted stares.

If u really hate it,
Give me a soundproof room.
So i can hide in it,
To get away from you.

All i seems to see,
But all i want to be,
Is the normal me.

How hard can that be?
Can u please tell me.
And only one more thing,
Where the hell is peace.