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