I'm makin' it by in this cold place.
Walking on as the world turns slowly.
I'm standing soaked in the pouring rain.
Staring upon everything burned and destroyed.

I'm mostly left alone and ignored by all others.
They assume I am another, but hated by someone else.
There's no other way to view it because to them, we look the same.
It's meaningless to speak up now that we're all pawns in society's game.

Our only escape plan in a mind full of stress is to see actions done and forget the consequences.
Can we lay in the sky and watch the stars that make us cry?
I'm talking about a simple feeling that everyone around me clearly sees.

I keep wishing none of them ever cared about the shoes or clothes I choose to wear.
If you could see what lays inside of me and forget what people say I seem.
Cliques will stay obsessed with their image and so-called "friends" will blur their words.
The endless addiction of rubbing it in our faces and saying we don't belong.

© urbanbearink