Permission To Stand Idly By, Sir?!

Please don’t give me your pity Because I don’t need it Don’t show me how you’re saddened by me My own is enough for two lifetimes As for guidance, only when called upon Although I must admit That a handful of acceptance would be nice You don’t require my permission To be able to say how you feel So remember this one thing I never asked to be who I am Or even to feel what I feel For that matter, neither did you You can’t possibly imagine what it’s like To fight for something that was handed to you But I have to earn You might think you’re in the minority But you’re oh so wrong The ones ridiculed for being different Fearing to air bottled sentiments Living, but not owning thoughts of it Not looking to convert or be converted They’re on the road less traveled I urge you to let them be Just as they do you By doing so, you’ll set them free