Little Bird

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…