Who We Are

There's something most of our kind hide
That one thing I prefer to call as pride
But I do see why most of us hide
I don't blame them at all
Others don't see the way we do
They look at us like they have no clue
The way most of us get hurt
Is by others so heartless and cold
Who don't give us a chance
To express our own ways of romance
The only one's worth trusting
Are the one's of our kind
And the one's who accept us as who we are
And we are different, that's who we are





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