You ever think it stops? Because it won't. No matter how good things seem to get people like us won't be a part of something. How do you feel being the person to observe, never to experience? We're just someone living in sorrow, and nothing more. Because to other people, we're freaks, not another person. It's why we hate normal people. It's like they don't take the time to understand us, as an individual, instead as a community. To be feared, watched, and sometimes, imprisoned. To be casted aside, the outsider, it's what we feared most. To be laughed at, and mocked, repeatedly. To be ignored, avoided, and left to rot. Public freaks to be laughed at. Sadly this is the world we live in.
What do you think the future will hold for us?
What do you think the future will hold for us?
