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If you are different; not of the perceived view,
Among the unique non conforming few,
Then you are a frown upon another's face,
You are from another world of a different race.
Thus you from isolation looking from without,
See within more reason yet to doubt
The prescribed ways that discrimination bares its soul,
In narrow mind frames of ignorance that control
The way social culture is by most perceived
Those bothered by themselves who are deceived.
But then from loneliness comes a stronger will;
A more sincere love to share and fulfil.
For those who know that everybody cries,
Gain from in each tear something that never dies.
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