The Queer

Hundreds and thousands did it,
have done it,
it's the beaten path,
If you went beyond, you are
nothing but a Queer,
refusing to give up on the truth,which is a lie
for the world,
Rot alone, go round and round in your self-made hole,
The world is happy with itself,
and you are the one
who rots alone,because you dare to think,
you stay in the crowd, yet refuse to follow the herd.
You, a prisoner in a gaol of your own making,

Still your eyes are red with your beliefs,
Because you crossed the line,
Dared to think out of the box,
Don't you know, the box is people,
it is communion, it's life,
But a Queer will remain the same,
because the answer to his or her questions are different,
are their own and weird,
They make holes in the door and try to slither out,
to see light, to see love,
So, go, and sit in your teary hole, alone and helpless.