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Why hold me back, why not listen, see or hear
I mean something.
I am here.
I am as real as you.
Yet I feel I am made of wax.
A poor reflection of what might have been.
A mere rejection of the past.
A reminder of what might have been.
Bullied from the start.
Never able to fit.
Capturing my heart.
Holding it hostage.
Stabbing at its beat.
Hating my heritage
Trying to stop my song.
Stop my beat.
Why, I want to know?
What have I ever done?
Why does your darkness show?
Why all the hate?
The rewards of love are so much greater.
The reward is Heaven’s gate
Hate is lonely.
A deserted highway.
Crowded and alone.
With no one who cares.
Hate is full of pain.
Inflicted on others.
Filled with grief and despair
If only I had been given voice.
If only I could spread my wings
If only I had been given a choice.
I would destroy all hate
I would hold you in my harms
I would offer you my love
I would protect you from harm
