Blamed
My heart’s desire is the darkness
Everyone tries to pull me through the light
I fight back wanting to be alone
They get hurt, I get blamed
They believe their own kind
Who wouldn’t hurt a soul
How wrong they are
I may be different but I am innocent
Why can’t they see the truth instead of hiding?
Inside a cave with little light believing they are safe
The false life they lead is painful
I see the truth during the night
My thought cease of the pain we live
I become active acting on thoughts instead of choices
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