Just look at me, i’m like you,
My train of thought is just a little scattered,
Still, i try to act like you,
With the hope that i’ll be accepted.
Different ideas, different behavior,
Different views of the world, different likes.
We’ve never really been the same, have we?
How could we be?
You love the sun, i love the moon and the rain,
You love the crowds, i love solitude,
You love to talk, i struggle with words,
Yet i speak as if we were twins.
I want to speak out loud, to be heard,
But I’m soft, gentle, quiet, like a little mouse,
I hold out my hands like a toddler,
At my age, that must look ridiculous to you.
I am like you,
And even then, you’d still shun me,
Thrown into a corner, placed on a chair, facing the wall,
Told to shut up, and that it will help.
They said I’m being heard, yet i’m still a shadow,
Words of love, but looks of disgust and anger,
It's just like in the old days, isn’t it?
Only dumbed down, and now only words are usable.
I’m human, yet they see me as inhuman,
There’s tolerance, but it barely exists,
Told to accept myself as i am,
But how, after all this?
To think i would've been put in a cage,
To think i would've been ******* and gagged,
To think i would've been starved and beaten,
And to know i cannot be cured.
Despite it, i try to fit in,
Even after the torture done to people like me,
Because you know the saying, right? People change,
If only that could apply to me, so i could be like you.
