Some people get judged by what is worn
Some people get startled by the sound of a car horn

Some people might love to go and ice skate
Some people are riddled with agony and hate

it just doesn’t matter
People are people

Some people might decide to express their sexuality, gay straight or bi, whatever it may be
That doesn’t mean that they deserve to be treated different than you or me

Some people may enjoy lazing around at home
While some stay out all day with friends and roam

It just doesn’t matter
People are people

Some people are peachy, while others are quiet and broken
do you even bother to consider how that kid was beat down and striken,
every day of his little innocent life being forced to live with the agony, anxiety, that he can’t be who he wants to be because he is attached to these labels he just can’t evade

**** it up, loser. Be a man.
Just walk it off.
I mean we’re all people right.

If that’s the case then why aren’t we all treated like one
Some of us are, the others are
Cast aside and neglected by everyone else just for fun

The way life is, isn’t fair
What if you weren’t allowed to talk to your favourite pair, of people because you were different

If you had to spend a day in a broken persons shoes,
How would you decide to treat people, what would you chose

People are people

No we’re not just people

People, are diverse

People, are legendary

People... all people

Are worth fighting for