All I see are faces.
The wannabes the dropouts that wanna go places.
The ones who are dreaming but cant stay awake.
The ones who want but cant seem to take.
A bully wanting love but showing hate.
A boy wanting a boy but hiding behind the gate.
The gate of reality.
The gate that tells you if you enter me you'll no longer be loved.
We live for others not are selves.
But we see the visions of someone else
Someone we hope to be
An open gay
A nicer person
A dreamer
Loved.
Hiding behind that reality gate hoping to make a way.