The same

Living here,
with no lights,
nothing to help me,
live though these nights.

people laughing,
having fun,
me sitting here,
holding my gun.

I am trapped,
all alone,
no place to run,
no way home.

i am different,
so many tell me,
but they can\'t see,
i never wanted to be.

Never be popular,
never be found,
sitting here,
with out a sound.

but when you look closely,
you will see,
we are the same,
you and me.

I laugh,
I cry,
I bleed,
I die.