Outcasts

The stares

All I can see

Them looking and us

While we hold hands

They can’t hide their judgement

Watching two gay people in love

Hold hands seems forbidden in their world

That’s what people call it forbidden love

Nobody wants to hang with the ‘Forbidden fruit’

Everyone pulls away as soon as they know

That you ‘ play for the other team’

Even the ones closest to you

They can’t seem to accept that you’re different

That your not basic that you love the same sex

They automatically mark you as an outcast