What can you see from eyes set to norm
Where life is just life, from death to the born
But look just below, down to the left
There you might see the secret well kept
There dwell the freaks and outcasts of life
Living and dying by the edge of a knife
These are the people that I wish to know
For they are the ones that feel life’s flow
Living and loving, dying and crying
Moments of life they’re selling and buying
Unlike the rest, afraid to stand out
They are the the ones who are ready to shout…
Be who you are, not what they expect
Do not conform, instead reject
You are who you are, no more and no less
Leave the normalcy to the norms and they’re societal mess.