Normally one is one and is simply isn't meant for two or more
But what happens when old conventions are unwillingly torn
Am I then a specimen that holds only things that went wrong
Whatever happened to fighting past one's flaws and be strong
To stand firm in your own individuality and brace life's storm
Are differences that prominent to cause friendliness to be gone
Can't the similarities hold greater importance hence focused upon
Why does the bad have the upper-hand while the rest are forgone
With a plain mirror, I'm clearly able to see all of my well-kept flaws
As if innocently reflects the parts that are owned but don't belong
Don't anyone spare a thought for the sadness within nature's outlaws?
It wasn't as if I asked for my complicated complexities to be prolonged
Even if I wish to be optimistic about the hard truth, I'm no great moron.
I know that it is easier to sail with the current than be a modern day icon
But I'm placed in this unfortunate predicament that I can't withdraw from
So what else can I do but to stay true to honestly live my life and strive on
A shade of grey isn't as beautiful as the colors of a rainbow in the sky.
A shade of grey owns no space, only goodbyes from either sides
Stranded on unwanted island as I become part of those kicked aside
To point out the flaw of the unknown becoming the unacceptable
To convince that the unacceptable is merely fear of the acceptable
To make the unacceptable to become part of the understandable
Knowing more about society, feeling emotions like a normal person
Yet diagnosed as an outcast. Isn't it such a contradicting condition
One mutated cell is ignored but people know about death sentence of cancer
Wouldn't it be great to disregard the fact that the majority is only evident numbers.
Yet the hard truth remains, proving that one's distaste will never take a slumber
That prejudices came from an opinion that become a harsh standard judgement
Can't differences be taken into consideration as some sort of surprise development
Instead of being treated as something abnormal, a form of life's cruel entertainment
I place faith in love with my optimism otherwise known as an idealistic movement.
Maybe someday in someway all that I hoped and wished for this world to be true.
That the majority will be swayed and allowed us to have some sort of a break through.
A shade of grey isn't as beautiful as the colors of a rainbow in the sky.
A shade of grey owns no space, only goodbyes from either sides
Stranded on unwanted island as I become part of those kicked aside
To point out the flaw of the unknown becoming the unacceptable
To convince that the unacceptable is merely fear of the acceptable
To make the unacceptable to become part of the understandable
Knowing more about society, feeling emotions like a normal person
Yet diagnosed as an outcast. Isn't it such a contradicting condition
Because God had decided that this is how my body shall be contoured.
Frustrations with confusions brilliantly edges my sanity and mind offshore
Making all my hard work in life seem to crash and burn straight to the floor.
Is reality really that different? Is acceptance just at the near-by visible shore?
Am I deluding my own sight, masking away the truth that there is really no cure.
That no matter how sincere or genuine I am, in the other's eyes I'm only a sore.
That my doings only serve as inspiration for fictional authors and nothing more?
Will somebody ever tell us that we're perfect without going through any 'restore'?
A shade of grey isn't as beautiful as the colors of a rainbow in the sky.
A shade of grey owns no space, only goodbyes from either sides
Stranded on unwanted island as I become part of those kicked aside
To point out the flaw of the unknown becoming the unacceptable
To convince that the unacceptable is merely fear of the acceptable
To make the unacceptable to become part of the understandable
Knowing more about society, feeling emotions like a normal person
Yet diagnosed as an outcast. Isn't it such a contradicting condition
I'm a spot in the hidden splashes of grey. Part of those indirectly tossed away.
However with every little gratefulness in me, my acts would not be swayed.
Cause I'm riding against the tide, forging a small step in the ideal righteous way.
