You can not be yourself

We are insane, both me and you,
This world is mad as well.
Before your sacred dreams come true
What are those, can't you tell?

What thoughts are kept deep in your mind
What are you striving for?
I know, that you will tell a lie
It's same, just as before

We can't acknowledge our passion
People judge our likes
Running from topic of discussion
You put on your disguise

You can't fool me, though, I can see
Right through your lying mask
Tell me, why we should always be
Fearful of what they ask?

Why can't we raise our heads with pride,
Obstinately and strong?
And tell them what's in our minds
What drives our hearts' accord?

This question's answer I do know
It's easier than seems
We are not like them, that is all
We don't share their believes

What saint for them, we see as dumb
Vice versa works as well
They see humans as the God's lambs
What we sense is wolves' smell

We are no part of major crowd
Unique, bizarre, insane?
Now this line looks, almost as start,
Plot twist is it, my mate?

You reading those lines, wondering
What am I pointing at?
Well, reader, let me tell one thing
But don't then feel regret:

Crowd is blind, faceless and grey
If you refuse their "norms"
They'll say that you just fell insane
And nail you to the cross

That is their tolerance, their freedom
Just empty words of gloomy mass
Among all the so-called "free people"
You'll never find someone to trust...


~Fikwriter