For the outcast

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  • Dedicated to To the "outcast"
                                    

This is for all the people that have ever been judge for the way you look, the kind of music you like, how you see the world. It's not you darling. It's society. 

Try to see the world from my point

To see how everything truly is

To see where I am coming from

Maybe than, you maybe aloud to speak

            I see the world in a harsh light.

It’s the only way that I know can melt the hard ice that is the world

While so many people only think of them selves

I think that it would be better if we just forgot

            Those selfish humans

Always picking on the weak

Why? Because they think

Only of the strong

            It’s a nasty curse that strikes many

It sneaks into their heart and messes them up

A once beautiful and lively person is dark and ugly

It all stinks of irony

            Just because I’m dark on the outside and bright on the inside

And you’re bright outside and dark inside

Does not give you the right

To tell me I’m living it wrong

            No I’m not trying to be rude

Or trying to hurt you

Because these words are sharp

And I would hate to stab the killer

            This thing we call a culture loves to make us feel weak

By telling us it’s ok to be different in one aspect

But not in another.

            You think I like having to either hide myself or face the crowd

Not allowed to show myself

Shoved in the corner

Because you don’t feel comformable with who I am

            I’m not that different

I see the world in a different light

If I didn’t I would be like everyone else

Blind to the fact that the world is cruel

            Stop the abuse they say

Stop bullying they say

Bellieve in yourself

All the lies they try to tell us

            How can you say that when you do it

You hypicrit

You should follow what you preach

Maybe than I’ll listen

            So I wear black on my body

So I love the feeling that goes into screams

How one scream is more heartfelt than a entire one of your songs

Why do you care how I live

            Call me dark all you want

I tell the truth

Call me depressed

Sorry that I find todays culture so sad

            I have pain

I’m not crazy

It’s not my fault

It’s yours

            Maybe you need to look at yourself

On the outside you look “fine”

But look deeper

And see how cold you are.

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