Loners

I cry for the man who is horribly misunderstood,
because I see his qualities within me.
Unable to explain why everything is so wrong,
though on the inside I'm trying to be right.
I wish eyes saw through the first layer of skin,
to view a heart of a man is a gift,
modern civilization tells us beauty is riches,
and as for the others we are dead.
No longer does hope shine for the weak.
It's safer to stay behind closed doors,
shutting yourself in so they wont see your tears,
but I stand right outside crying for you
because I am you.
No one else can understand our pain.
Everyday we only see what is in our hand.
We are not allowed to see what we don't have,
those dreams will be crushed,
and then where will we be.
Hiding from pain that lies outside,
but the source of our pain lies within.
They wont understand your life,
but it is your job to make it through
without shutting the door.
No beauty, no love,
but we always have each other,
don't turn your backs on one another,
we have all been outcast into this world.
Among blistering eyes.
We are our own escape from a world of hate.
I want to save you,
but there is so much separating me and you,
because as the imperfects,
we are supposed to feel alone,
and I'm sitting right next to you.