It's us, and them. It's the way it's always been.
It's the primary binary of society.
It's scream or sing. Now I'm trapped in this bottle, it was supposed to be lightning.
I may as well, I don't completely understand this myself.
It's this or it, there once came a time when you looked into the mirror as a kid,
The world began; it began to split in two.
And now you define others based on how they differ from you.
It's so true. It's so innate, so sick.
Regardless of the grain, there's the feeling that you're not the same.
It's not yet clear to you, that's how others function too.
I behave in such a way, that my quiet confidence won't let me stray.
From the feeling that I'm not the norm, from the feeling that I am informed.
I hope we see each other's face, when we both end up in the same place.
My face will surely read: this isn't how it was supposed to be.
It's not what was promised to me.
It's us, and them. That's what they let me think.
It's us, and them. It stung to realize that's what everyone was thinking too.