They do their best to keep us locked inside,
Because as normal people we are denied,
Different and crazy we are identified,
They keep us hugging ourselves,
They keep us hooked on pills, until we die,
As I walk the halls, I notice something strange,
The suicidal girl with scars up and down her legs,
Tells us not to cut but talk instead,
The girl with bruises up and down her arm,
Promises not to cause any harm,
The boy that cannot sleep, will do his best,
To tell us stories to make us get some rest,
That boy over there with different voices,
Teaches us not to let our demons make our choices,
The girl with the constant worry and the stress,
Will always face her fear just to address,
That we’re all different and shouldn’t feel ashamed,
That we need to take pride, In which we’re named,
We are in here because of society,
I am here...Because the world rejected me.