We the invisible ones,
The unseen, noticed by none,
We live as individuals,
But as a silent voice united as one,
We roam and drift like ghosts,
Translucent and hidden from all,
That boy, the one you barely know
Brushes past you in the school hall,
That girl you bumped, knocked over,
Didn't complain, not saying a word,
These people their voices are soft,
They scream and shout but still unheard.
We are closed books of secrets,
Waiting to be opened with a quill,
For you to flip to our empty pages,
For you to write your story and fill.
We the madmen, the lunatics,
The outcasts that never belong,
In our own minds where it is right,
But by the words of society, wrong.
We hunt and seek like predators,
For an answer to our queries,
What are we made to be for,
And why our sanity varies.
Why do we do what we all do,
Where is the logic hidden behind,
You judge us for being abnormal,
But know nothing about our minds.
We are the world's genius intellect,
A discovery pending through time,
Yet society's judgement approaches,
Should we carelessly cross the line.
We the torn and broken-hearted,
The shattered and crumbling,
We try and try again to walk,
But still we only end up stumbling.
We hide in our rooms under covers,
Concealed from the world we cry,
We overthink and over complicate,
And get depressed as time ticks by.
Haunted in the present by the past,
We let our insecurities come to light,
We want to think happily and smile,
But we can't resist, we can't fight.
We are the broken-hearted, fallen,
We pick ourselves up to fall again,
We bandage our wounds and scars,
Yet still can't ignore all this pain.
We the living dead,
The ones slowly dying inside,
Our hearts endure no longer,
But the pain we have to hide.
We slowly fall apart, dying,
Shattered and still crumbling,
Our body weak, heart crying,
We walk but not without stumbling.
You see us with a smile worn on,
As we force ourselves to be strong,
We look back to compare now,
And wonder where we went wrong.
We are aimless, forever lost,
Without a soul nor willing heart,
Breathing but a lack of will,
Is what truly sets us apart.
We the angry, mad and infuriated,
The ticking bombs waiting to blow,
Our anger, uncontained dangerous,
Yet all this you should already know,
We were peaceful before, kind even,
But pushed to the limit, no return,
When we learned the truth of reality,
When the rage in us began to burn,
We were bullied or hurt or shunned,
Ill-treated until our limits exceeded,
Our patience holds us back no more,
We rest not until you're defeated.
We are driven by desire for revenge,
And fueled by our hatred for people,
This time ticks down towards zero,
Destruction caused forever to ripple.
We the people, parts of society,
The minorities, the different ones,
We feel, we thrive, we fight on,
In a war with no swords or guns,
We hunt for a home to belong,
For the people here are not us,
And they will never truly understand,
Our torture, our torment, our curse,
What stops us from being you,
We are not people of the norm,
We are different, and we accepted,
We are like you but of different form.
We are with soul, with heart, with mind,
When will you let us be with you,
We are all people, all of family,
Let separation no longer be true.
