No one will ever understand the things we feel.
No matter how much they say they do as solid as steel.
They will never see the perspective of our peripherals
Even if we pour our hearts out, its like a code in numerals.

In the end we must face the fact that we are different
the things we do, the words we say, will be all but omnipotent
We have no one to lean on but ourselves, no shoulders to cry on but our own
It's like calling someone who fails to answer the phone

We are beyond the term called normal
some even consider us abnormal
the pain we feel is twice of what anyone would ever feel
the scars won't take overnight to heal

People think it's a choice we make
but if it were so, why not choose the easy life to take?
It's easier said than done
the actions we make is to subconsciously find that sense of belonging undone

Will we ever belong or reach that sense of entice
or continue to go down the road of demise?
Will you ever care for me
as much as I care for thee?

I guess I realize it now
It's not the why's but the how's
how will you choose to take your life
given the setbacks thrown at you that strike