Outsider

I'm just an outsider trying to look in:
and my perspective's being distorted by the glass.
I won't ever really be able to see
the different spectrums cast.

Rainbow coloured brightness there,
but my side is always black and white.
You see the gray and shine between;
but all I see is dark and light.

Heart held in palm before handed down.
Turn your back to the glass.
Shelter your motives between you and your friend.
Ignore the stones of judgements cast.

They'll tear you're skin and bring tears to your eyes,
but they'll never even try to understand
You don't see the point in breaking the glass ceiling
when the shards will just make you more damned.

You can't remember if you put yourself here
or if we cast you into isolation.
Who had the upper hand in this scenario?
Whose side really favoured discrimination?

I'm just pounding on the glass wall;
I'm trying to get you to let me in.
But to you I'm just an outsider.
I'll always be just one of "them"...