When the window to your soul has blinds
That everyone shuts
Tilts the angle just right
So only a certain light can escape
They see what they want to see
Then stop and stare at their own reflection
Aren’t we all hypocrites
For wanting to be seen for who we really are – well, the good parts…
Yet we can’t see that everyone else is just like us?
As much as you hate being stereotyped
So do I
So do they
We all feel it, in different ways
Despite all evidence to the contrary
Somehow we live in a binary world
He or she
Black or white
Gay or straight
Sick or well
Good or bad
We can’t just be
We have to be one or the other
Because society treats us differently
If we don’t identify with one
Society will choose one for us
And half of them will hate us
But then, if we choose
Half of us will hate ourselves
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