Your Home, not ours
You make me feel out of place
Even when I'm doing nothing, standing next to you I am less
I get judged for listening to your type of music,
Dressing like you,
I get told that I should just be me,
But that is nearly impossible to do in a world that you own.
We are different,
In almost every aspect.
You live life to the fullest
I do the same while trying to avoid bullets
That you present us with every now and then
We dance in your shadows
We persevere and try our best to win the fight
But you constantly remind us that we don't have a chance… at least not for a while.