Then we are them

Oh how irony keeps us in line,

When we think we are at our strongest

When our armor falls away

With he slightest touch

Of a dagger of words

We hide behind our mask,

That is true.

But it is only paper and glue,

Broken with the slightest droplet.

So we try our hardest

To shield ourselves.

To hide our pain,

To hide our love,

To hide our hate.

With a crack of revelation,

With that one small tear,

With the right insult,

We let it out.

We show or true selves.

We take out our hurt,

We take out our pain,

We fight for our loves.

We watch let them crack their mask

For a fraction.

Then we revert back,

To our music,

To the books,

To the poetry,

That keep us sane.

Oh the great lengths we go

To hide our pain.

We are the outsiders.

The ones they talk about.

The ones they avoid.

We are the true things they fear.

The things they don't understand.

For we are content,

On our own.

Fighting the matter-less weapons

They have thrown.

Showing them we wont budge,

Letting them know

We will be true to ourselves.

Because if we aren't...

Then we

Are them.