Them
On the outside looking in My hair blowing in the wind I am apart they are together Standing in line like birds of a feather
Insults constantly thrown my way
How can one person hold them at bay? They can come like wolves in a pack Snapping and driving their prey back
To them is the whole world just a game? Don’t they know it will not always be the same?
There is safety in numbers they say This may true but do not let your guard lay
For when there is no one around They will push their own kind to the ground So who is better off them or me?
I think we both know and one day they’ll see
-Sita
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