Whose business is it?

My life is starting over,
Who gave it permission.
I don't understand the world,
but do I really have to?
It's big and round and full of people,
Most of which I want to know.
Others are monsters,
That broke free from their chains from down below.
Some people change to better themselves,
Others wish to fly.
But some of these monsters just want to make you cry.
I take life daily,
My mornings and my nights.
This is what I live for,
Staying sober but starting fights.
Some of us just want to live our lives,
Some people work day and night,
Without ever having to face his fight.
Others make themselve well known,
Trying to turn every stone.
I'll make my heart well known,
Because I want the world to know.

As we all are on this Earth,
We should stay on our own turf.
I'm not racist or a nerd,
If we keep to ourselves, who'll get hurt?