Reality is...

I'm trapped inside this reality

where i'm not the norm

forced to run and hide and just comply

for fear that i may lose my life

forced to live your way

having to agree with what you say

all because my feelings dont obey the message that your "good book" conveys

I am he this is true

i function as the best of you can do

i sleep, eat, and breath the same way you do

yet im still outcasted to the likes of you

inside you dont know how i hide

you dont know the internal tears ive cried

and the guilt, the shame, the fear i have to swallow deep down

just so i can wear that crown

you see in your world your free

you speak your mind

you drink you wine

you party freely and have a good time

as i continue to lurk in the shadows deep in the out skirts of your world

just to live out who i am

just to be who i was put here to be

i guess one day in time our worlds will collide

and from there on non of us shall hide

and the friend ship between me and you shall die

because then shall start the battle where i will fight you to save my life

where i will fight you to stand for whats right

where i shall fight you so that i can begin to live freely with brave might !

till then my friend continue to pray on the meek,

for the day will come it shall be the meek you will seek....