Who We Are

Those who dont know us , feel we are outcasts.

They think we're odd, too abnormal to be around

They think we are below them, the lowest of the low.

They are clueless as to who we are.

 

But we see eachother as normal. 

We know eachother's flaws,

What makes us scared,

Anxious,

What makes us who we are.

 

All of us think differently, 

But we also think alike.

All of us feel different

But we've all felt the same before.

We are a family when one is 

Hurting.

Yeah, That is how we are;

One, Unified, Family.

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