In your perfect world,
We're all the same.
There are no flaws, no faults,
In your world you are "normal".
When I don't fit your mold,
You scream and you shout.
You get angry,
And I cry.
I'm different, not the same,
And you make me hate that about myself.
I have problems, same as you,
But unlike you I do not hide.
I know when I need help,
And I try to get it.
But you push me back,
And make me hide.
Well I'm sick of hiding,
Sick of slowly dying.
I know who I am,
And I am proud.
I am not afraid, of you or any other,
I am never ever going to hide.