Pity, be it not?

Of love, I’ve not a lot

The same, I will not be

To understand, they need to see

Hurt, I am abused

Torn, I feel so abused

They must listen, to hear a word

Ignorance, I’m not heard

Brilliance, the world could glisten

But only if they’d listen

Pain, to them, not real

Unless it, to them, they can feel

Them and I, we’re not the same

Infamy, confused with fame

Popular, I be not

Isolation, I’ve already got

Acceptance, a surprise

Compliments, only lies

Of love, I’ve but a shade

Wide as hatred, sharp as a blade

Soon it all shall end

Its just around the bend

To be the same as her

To no longer differ...

...to no longer differ...

I shall face it, alone

In flesh and in bone

My ideal, my choice

My freedom, I hoist

Soon the end will call

To conformity I shall fall

Difference, to me, is divine

By being an individual

Anyone can shine