March to a Different Tune

Do you hear? Do you hear? What you can’t say?

Behind the whispers, the hisses and stolen kisses

Do you see? Do you see? What you can’t read?

The truth that may be too real to conceive

Do you feel? Do you feel? The fear that breaths

Yeah that’s right, yeah it hits the spot

The lies, the fears, the cries, the tears

For we torment ourselves with what we can and can’t be

We shackled ourselves and threw away the key

We marched to the slaughter house as we sacrificed ourselves

A pledge to false ideals that promote pain and lies

So many walking around wearing a disguise

Where do we go? How do we get there?

Right now we aren’t living the truth

We’re living a lie with a gun to our heads

The answers are there but we have to be brave

To look them in the eye and get past all the fear

Some of us have taken the step, so be proud

We are not seen as normal but we are real

The shackles are broken and eyes are wide open

As we march to a different tune.

Found this poem, I like it, not sure who wrote it, but I can totally relate to it.