Inside,
I am alive.
Bustling,
Like a hive.
It's not hard to hide,
When you fear man's darker side.
How can one abide,
When he can't even take his side?
If he stands for his beliefs,
He is lowly and beneath.
He is hated and adored,
Paradoxically ignored.
So how can we win,
When being us is a sin?
When our own kind,
Leave us behind?
I don't care,
Who you are or where you're going.
I believe we all share,
Something we aren't showing.
Something we can feel,
Deep within our hearts.
Something that is real,
It's been there from the start.
It's knowing we are one,
One of a kind,
One in decline,
What's ours is mine,
As part of a design,
A human tapestry, benign.
We all fit in the art,
An existentialistic heart,
We play all our own parts,
And end our lives before they start...
