We may be short but don’t look down upon us in all ways

Those who speak down to us make us want to rise above.

Don’t let the dark masks fool you

We will lead and we well rebel against your assumptions.

My pal Dead Boy knows it most.

He wears a painted mask

with sticks in his hands and a set in front of him.

And to his left is another painted man.

Behind that mask is a sweetheart that you have failed to meet.

He has bruises on his heart,

Wanting to be healed.

Stop hurting him with your cutting words.

He just has dirty knees that he is trying to clean.

Behind these brick walls there is a human inside

Don’t assume that we are all the same.

We will fight for you to know what is right about us

so don’t look down upon us.

We use the pain you caused us to grow and concur.

“giving up” is not in our books.

The pain you caused us is the fuel to our fire,

add gasoline and we’ll burn together.

Outcasts join hands and we will go down for one another.

-p.g.y