I’ve been…
Misguided in a world that held no future for a person of my standards
Been told what I could and could not do
But when asked for a guide that supposedly came when I entered this world
I was laughed at and told life had no manual
Yet if the former is true why am I being standardized on how to live my life?
Why am I the black sheep in the heard?
Since when was it a sin to be who I am?
With all the labels in the world
You chose to set me as an outcast and discard me from the rest
Though,
What do I have to complain about?
While you’ve forced everyone into a black and white world
You gave me one with all the colors that could ever be fused
You gave outcasts a place where they can truly be
So stick to your labeling company
All is well
But don’t you dare think you have any say
When it comes to me finding my way.