In a world such as this,
Our Gaia lacks those with empathy,
It's often hard to be compassionate,
Difficult when strained with negativity.
In darkness behind the glass,
I'm trapped in a lonely cage,
Barred from understanding and myself,
Helpless and afraid.
Looking up through the bars,
Behind thickly layered glass,
Visions of the special ones,
Begging for my grasp.
My cage crumbles as I yell,
Fed up enough to break free,
Tired of pounding glass,
Longing to join those who see.
Pounding on glass on the other side,
It shatters and lets me out,
All I want is their arms around me,
All I want is to hear them shout.
Courage builds within my soul,
My true warrior self erupts,
I fear for those who challenge me,
Don't you dare try to disrupt.
My family is who I claim,
Living in fiction all around,
Don't judge my originality,
Don't put me in the ground.
Though few exist in flesh and bone,
I'm grateful for those with heart,
Those who see me as I am,
And never let me fall apart.
Life truly is a battlefield,
I stand by those who stand by me,
I'd take a sword or bullet for them,
Protective of those who see.