Misundertood.

People judge by what they see
Not by what's true
People don't see the real me
They don't see the real you
They judge us, not knowing who we are
The real us becomes invisible and cast into shadows
Our hearts hidden away but covered in scars
Our true selves sentences to death at the gallows
The moment we seem different, we are thrown into the rain
Taken by the storm, alone and cold
Never to be seen again
For betraying who I am, to the devil my soul has been sold
Myself shrinking in between these walls
Being crushed by loneliness
To a better world my soul calls
No reply, however, just emptiness
My true self withering and cold
It hears death's wails
It feels itself going cold
It calls out for freedom but its call fails
Myself withered and gone
Taken away by the sound of death's bell
For a new life it longed
But what was left was an empty shell.