outcast

I question the society that leaves me standing
alone accused of being demanding
The life that I own and the soul I request
are no longer the need of any interest
For without the eye of the dark silhouette
I cry when I sleep to hide my regret

Although I am one I do have a voice
and without any help I can make my choice
To stand against wrong and fight to believe
in the choices I make and the dreams I'll achieve
I may never win but one day will soon come
when all of these thoughts will form and be one
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