All my life I've
tried to fit in,
and felt that
being an outcast
was a total sin.

But as I've grown
wiser, I've realized
that fitting in is
what I fear the most.

I'd rather be a
caged freak at a
traveling circus,
than another sheep in
the herd, trapped in a
world of hate, a
place where the word
"love" is brandished
about, and where people
thrive off of problems,
not solutions.

With each passing note,
my true essence will pour
onto the floor, like
a wounded bird that
won't  stop bleeding, while the
audience listens to the
sound of my very own soul
quietly fleeting.

Urging we, the people,
to show our true colors
not with shame, or fear,
but with pride
and honor.

Don't feed me another
line. Give me back what-
's rightfully mine, so
I shall put it on display
for the world to see
the true me.

Knowing art to be
my only religion,
and God as my
only creator,
I no longer
feel sinful
and regretful,
for I know
that he has
made me to be
colorful