Spanish Standoff

I'd fight for my friends, with all my heart,
because we have a bond, never to be torn apart.
They listen when I talk, they care how I feel,
they seem to understand me, even when I'm being unreal.
Others patronize me, they laugh at my outbursts,
making jokes at my expense, never knowing how it hurts.
They ask why I don't talk, but when I do they laugh,
or sometimes they don't listen, and then just let it pass.
So I keep to myself, never saying what I feel,
hiding what I think, keep my feelings sealed.
But someday I'll rise above it, someday I'll take a stand,
until then I'll stay quiet, forget all these demands.
My brother says it's a standoff, we're each holding a gun,
tells me to pull the trigger, don't let them have their fun.
Stand up for what I believe in, before they get there first,
otherwise I'll never win, and then I'll be cursed,
to go along with them forever, and let them have their fun,
it's called a spanish standoff, and someday I'll hold the gun.