What makes me different?
What makes you stare me down with hate?

Is it the hand I hold?
The one belonging to whom I love?
This heart of my own, is it not allowed to beat for another?

Is it the fact that I don't fear your god?
His callous eyes, always watching.

The fact that my music isn't what you like?
It has been called satanic time and time again.
But it has also saved many lives.
Including my own.

I walk the same line as you.
Admittedly, my path may be different.
My passions completely my own.

I may be young, but I, like many others, will face ridicule, just for who I am.
At my own hands, along with the hands of others.

I've been born into a world of chaos, battles raging all around me.
Battles that are not mine to fight.
Ones I have no desire to win.

Is that why your eyes are filled with hatred?
Because I am not a mindless soldier like you wished?
Because I have an opinion?

I will fight my own battles, the ones I wish to win.
I will walk with my head held high.
I will carry the wounded and help bury the dead.

I am me.
I am different.
I will not cower from your eyes.