People grow wary
Of things that are new
People are hesitant
Where there is only a few

It must be big and old
For it to be okay
“Well i guess it’s alright”
Is what they could say

They do not mean it
A simple cut lie
Inside they are afraid
Causing them to hide

Of being gay or lesbian
Or trans or bi
Or black or spanish
They would rather die

When you are different
It is not a nice world
It wont even matter
If you are a boy or a girl

They will continue to hate
To scream, to yell
It's really no big deal
But you will always get hell

Don't worry darling
Dry your eyes
It's not your fault
Of sticking painful times

Keep your chin up
Do what makes you smile
Because that distance
Is greater than any mile

Though they may be loud
What you think is stronger
One thing they want
Is your hunger

A hunger for more
For better and happy
They don't have that
So they envy what they are lacking.