Why
Did you pick me
To give the desire to
And watch me
Getting hated for

Why
Could you not give me
What you gave
Them

Why
Would you think
I would be better
The way
I am

But I am

People tell us when we're wrong,
point out our flaws,
make us feel un-normal.
But what is right?
What is normal?
All this- this hatred... and what for?

- Can't we just help one another?