So every now and then, I ask myself what it is I'm supposed to do. But I already know. This is me, and these are my words.
If Only (another poem of mine)
If you only got to know me, What do you think you'd see? Because I don't follow the sheep in the herd, Does that make you so much more different than me?
If we only sat down together, And had ourselves a little chat, Do you thing you'd change your misconcieved notions? Would you think I was better than all that?
If you only had a good reason, A justifiable cause for hate, I might not mind it as much as I do. I might think it was fate.
If you only made a good judgement, And not shunned me because I'm "not the same," I just might be willing to forgive you. Is it you or I who is shamed?