Chances Aren't

I am, like everyone, a self-proclaimed one-of-a-kind.
I am, like everyone, something extraordinary that is hard to understand.
My mind, like everyones, works in ways that may come off as queer,
but I, like everyone, I am not so different.
And that, that is the concept that is so hard to grasp and accept.

On the outside, I am a walking, talking, living oxymoron.
I’m shy, I’m loud. I’m introverted, I’m outspoken.
I strive for equality and fairness among all,
but I judge before knowing.

And that’s the problem, is it not?
People are so quick to falsely believe they know,
but no one knows truly.

We judge,
scoff,
sneer,
roll our eyes
hell, we openly laugh...

But we despise the thought of being judged by the strange passersby.

I have my scars,
I have my battle wounds.
And so does everyone.
the popular girl with the gorgeous smile,
the quiet boy that zones out with his iPod,
the star football player with the slapstick humor.
They have something in common with you and I:

We all have battle wounds, and we all hide them far beneath the surface.

Sometimes I want to scream at the top of my voice,
and sometimes it’s as though the world is deaf.
Though I do not scream out loud,
I scream from inside,
and that is what the big secret is!
I am not the only one, I am not the only one!
Everyone has something to scream about
and everyone has something to cry out for.

And everyone has tendencies.
Tendencies to judge, tendencies to lie,
to lash out, to push aside, to cause pain,
tendencies to put themselves before any other.
But like we have tendencies, we have feelings.

We all know pain, we all have tears,
Everyone has dilemmas,
they have voices striving to be screamed.
But, because of our tendencies,
we are not given a chance to be given a chance.