People do not understand us
They think we’re “different” or “strange”
But are we or is it just what we look like
Is it just what we sound like
People want to hear what they want to hear
And see what they want to see
They don’t want to see us
They want to see what they want us to be
They try to make us different by saying “no don’t do that”
They want to confine us in chains and say it’s their “love”
Gaslight us into thinking it’s us with the problem
It\'s not us
We’re not the problem it’s not us
We’re the person who is in a birdcage trying to break free
Struggling as others watch in silence
No one is there we’re all alone
Lonely
We are discarded like broken toys
Broken
A graveyard for people who are demind useless
Useless
We wonder if you can get out of this cage and be free
Free
Break out and fly away like a bird
Break
When we’re out we will run run run away
Rights
We will never have the same rights as others
But we will be free
Fly away little birds fly away…