People always tell me
How wrong I really am.
What I do,
How I look
I shouldn’t expect to be excepted
Between every nook
In every place I go
They tell me that I’m wrong.

The way you feel is completely unnatural
The way you look is different
You shouldn’t try to break the mold
You should stay within its’confines,they scold.

Hit me hard, if betrayal be true
Bounce around inside the roles
Society has so carefully
constructed
So nicely...
So thoughtfully...
Laying out the plans
That ruin ones individualism
Kills their potentially fertile thoughts
Crushes it beneath bootheels
Grinding millions self-esteem down.

People always tell me
How wrong I really am
I recant
by asking of truth
How are they so sure of unnatural?
Sure of what is different?

I provoke society to inturn provoke
By not knowing what they mean
For when something is labeled different
I simply ask questions
Having never lost curiosity,
In that to which I don’t comply.

Society doesn’t take the time
To learn of the human experience
They judge,
They kill,
Not identifying first.

I feel so lost,within this world,
Am I the only one to understand?
No
But I'am the only one with a voice here
The others have all lost it in childhood,
Believing themselves different
Trusting themselves unnatural

Crawling,
returning to the
molded wombs
Where they were meant to stay...

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