12-9-17
They look at me
And don't understand why I do the things I do
They notice me
For my unusual humour
They frown upon me
For not blending with them
They laugh at me
For taking chances
They think I'm a fool
But they don't see the same overview
They don't realize the truth
They forget to live their lives
Because they are too busy
Trying to fit a mold
That has never been real
Trying to appeal to those who don't matter
They stop letting their hearts lead
In fear of being judged by the majority
They are young yet in spirit
And can't handle
My flaming heart
And burning soul
They can't handle
Our fire
The truth is
They may be alive
But they are not living.
