The world is your enemy if you don't follow its rules.

It eats you up if you don't change along with the people.

They judge you and laugh at your for being the way you are.

Even if they've never really met you or talked with you before.

 

If people were less ignorant, more considerate and thoughtful,

then maybe the people like me could get along in the world.

If they'd take the time to know us they'd see we're human too.

 

We live and breathe, we hurt and bleed.

We love we cry and we sing and we die.

But they'd never know because to them we're sub-human.

 

To them we cut and kill, we fight we steal.

We hate our lives and play with knives and sometimes we slit our throats.

How would they ever know we laugh if to them we're sub-human?

 

Black shirts. Black hair. Ripped jeans. Combat boots.

Piercings. Tattoos. Scars. Rings.

They see us and they fear us because we're sub-human.

 

If only they could see we have dreams.

We don't live like dolls.

We get nervous and we get excited.

We get butterflies and are passionate.

 

If only they could understand we're not sub-human.

Then we could feel accepted in this world,

Instead of beaten down by the judgements of others.