What must it feel like I wonder, to have that sense that never leaves you,
Someone always has your back, despite dark skies never less than true?
I feel lost without that sense that I somehow or someone belong,
You can say I am crazy, but without this, you are not so strong.
From birth, I was run from or hated or beaten all day around,
Now decades later, expect to adapt, find common ground?
Talk about nameless bigotry or truths your eyes shy from, displace,
Are the ones, all the ones, shunned, ostracised, outside the Human race.
Give back simple worded lessons, taught to you so long before,
You think after being behind, any kind soul holds open the door?
Source of joking humor only, name me to feel better inside your own tragedy,
Sensed of relief I give, just a resource used, that you avoided such calamity.
Shouted for help out loud and plain, prayed nightly for a voice to help me, a guide,
But you knew nothing, coward, society forbids you to break that programmed parade ground stride.
Yes, admonish me from my crimes, grab your prize for smiling, throw me crumbs you leave behind,
But deny me the simplest of things, to belong, what you had by birth, those ties that bind.
And how does this feel, this place I am trapped in helpless that I hope you never know,
Are they even listening anymore, yes I hurt out of anger, injustice, but what did you think created this glow?
Wasted, as always, it hurts you being gone, it hurts more not being good enough for you to love,
That is why I pray in tears every night for another day, from those suspiciously bare skies above.
And I feel…everything.