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What the ******** is up with some people?
They fight, they kill, they get high,
Why can't they just get over their anger?
Instead of making people cry,
I sit and I watch this happen, and I ask myself:
Why don't I stand Up, and do something?
My answer? Acceptance.

The fear of rejection, consumes my soul,
The fear of being an outcast again, lingers everywhere I go,
I just sit and watch, to try and make me whole,
But I don't need acceptance from everyone,
I need acceptance from only one.

Not in one way, not in another,
Just in a way, that they truly accept me,
Something like me and my real brother,
Not wanting to change me, accepting me for being me.

I dress the way I dress, because I can,
And now if i dressed any other way,
People would cast me out again,
But I wouldn't change my self, except for one thing.

Help me quit this addiction,
Help me quit this fault,
Help me quit this affliction,
And send in an assault.

People don't always like rhyming,
They ask questions,
And expect pantomiming,
And sometimes get obsessions.

Love is a complicated idea,
People ask you "How do I know if I'm in love?"
My response: "It's different for everyone"
But for me, It's the fact that I know they'll be there for me,
Even when I fall,
I want to be there for them,
Even when they don't need me at all.