I feel shuned and disowned
I am marked and pegged
I open up to people
But they close their ears
Perhaps if I were in a metroplis
Then I would find others like me
But, I'm stranded in a village
Where only one is acceptable
I long to stand and scream
Yell at the height of my voice
"Why do you judge when you do not know?"
But people just pass on; paying no mind
Now they do not hear
They cannot see the pain
For in the times we live
You are who people say
