For as long as I remember I've been on my own, even when I'm
surrounded by dozens of people in a room, I'm the only one standing
still. The only one who won't change with the time.

But what can I do, if not feeling an outcast? Someone who will never
fully belong somewhere, no matter how much I try

*Reject
Are you no one
Feel you nothing*

As I take a good look at the people around me, I see you.

I mean, I truly see you.

A person who wants to disappear among the masses, someone who can't
take rejection and failure too well. At times I believe you know
your game well enough to play it blindfolded. But sometimes, I see
what the reality is.

A street kid who all you want is to be loved. Is that what you want
from me?

*You know I'll bet you think
You have a good reason to be living*

I also see how much hatred you have inside, yes hatred. Those who
think of you as a lifetime flirt are wrong, they're all wrong. You
want everyone to feel what you felt, but you also wanna feel what
THEY feel.

Don't you see that's what they wanted all along? You to be a bitter
man, whose sole purpose is to search for something, but never be
able to find it.

I know I'm not the right one to talk about love and soul search, but
I know what bitterness and hatred can do to someone, poison every
cell of the body until it's not a body anymore, but just a rotten
carcass.

*In the limelight of the fortunate ones
you're too weakened by the poison
That they feed you in the living lie*

People perceive us as strangers, the beast and the devil. Gone to
hell and came back on the same path, is it true? I don't know; do I
want it to be real? Maybe; do I long for a different life? Just like
everyone else.

Do I trust you?... just as much as I trust myself, which is not that
much

Do I think we can work it out?... not sense on dwelling on that one.

Do I see you as they do, a conniving man who'll get his eye with the
batting of pretty eyelashes?... you're more than that.

Do I want to degut them whenever they call you names?... I know
better than defend your honour when I'm not asked to.

Do I pretend you're not here?... most of my days and all of my
nights.

Do I want you? ... yes

*They don't believe you
Care to no one
Trust in nothing
Little impotent one*

From time to time, I do listen to them. I must, if I want to stay in
here and have the ethereal conception of what a family is and that I
belong to it.

Sounds selfish, I know. But I want to. I want to belong somewhere,
anywhere. You should know that. All your life has been about looking
for the place to call your own. Must be hard when everybody looks at
you and without a word they say no, not caring if you're good or not.

Just `cause you look different, we look different. Your eyes, my
animalistic features. It's a pain in the ass having to hide when I
go feral, but it's a worse pain when I'm not. They don't understand,
but I wish they would.

I didn't ask to be this way, neither did you. Who would?

They can go and fuck themselves!!! Right? No, I can't tell them
that. They depend on me and that's for more than I've ever had.

So no, I can't go.

*I don't want to be innocent, you know
I don't want to let them hypnotize me*

Wake up kid!! They don't want us here, never had and never will.
When are you gonna learn that no matter how much you give them, it's
always gonna be so little compare to what they want?

Don't know when I'm gonna get through you, I don't care. I'll live
to see it, cause I've learned that letting you go is far more
hurtful than letting them get to me.

But, why can't you hear me? I'm real, they're not.

Look!! I'm the one who'll die and kill for you, not them.

They will only call you names and spit on your face.

Damnit!!! I'm the one who'll always be there for you, not them.

Punk ass, are you listening
Can you hear me or are you deaf and dumb to my language

I want to pound on you... lemme correct that, I want to pound it in
you, reason that is.

To make you see how blinded you are. How can you let them take so
much of your soul and not doing anything against it?

You think they're your friends? Storm, Scott, Jean, Rogue... Warren?
For crying out loud, Wings wants to rip your throat out and feed it
to the ducks.

Rogue, well she wants you to make her feel. Even if you die while at
it.

Jean, she just wants someone to make the world see what a great
mother she can be, even when she couldn't even raise her own child.

Scott, he's only after his main goal, make the team win each battle
we got. And you are his secret weapon, cause you think like the bad
guys, you do stuff bad guys do... you're his scapegoat and you don't
even realize.

And Storm, she's there `cause she feels she owns you. Gratitude is
good, but not when it's the only then is felt, you're an amazing
person no matter what you do or stop doing.

All of them want you for the wrong reasons.

Can't you see that?

Does it hurt to hear the truth?

Don't you dare cover your ears when I'm talking to you, you sick
mutherfuckin' brat!

*Do the real words seem to hurt you
Well put em' up motherfucker*

I try to slam you, to physically hurt you whenever I get the chance.
But I feel you enjoy, relinquish in the fact that someone at least
touches you without having to look the other way.

I do it face to face, eyes meeting eyes.

Do you feel it?

The pain and anger I have for you.

Pain for letting it get this far, anger for you letting them go
beyond.

*You'll feel it
When I stamp it on your forehead
So you will never forget *

If you want this, then why do you cry at night?

Why do I see you leaving your room with a slump on your shoulders
and a glint of sadness on your eyes?

Because you know, what I know.

We're not wanted we here, the both of us. We're just good for the
cause; we help them get to where they want. And when we're no longer
wanted, they'll dispose us like useless tools, no longer needed.

And against that, there's nothing you and me can do.

Nothing.

*That you're a reject
And you're a no one
And you're nothing
Little impotent one*

Then why am I here, you may ask.

Simple, I want this to stop. I want the voices to shut up so I can
tell them once and for all `Fuck you!!'

And you're gonna help me, together we can stop them from hurting us
beyond repair. Maybe is a bit of an overwhelming sensation, letting
it overflow your body and mind until there's nothing more than you
and the fear.

Because dear can give you strength, make you defend yourself when
you feel threatened.

And that's what we're gonna do, the rejects against the world.

*Fear awaken
Go with it now
And let it overcome you
Fear awaken
Your mind is racing*

Then it's all done, you don't want me nor my battle.

Fine, whatever must be it will be.

Even if I have to fight on my own, I will. They WILL NOT take what's
rightfully mine, my mind and soul. I won't let them rip it from me.

You don't wanna see what's real and out there, be my guest.

But when you're down with them around you, laughing at your fallen
form, I won't be there. Cause I'll be long gone, to somewhere where
I can't be the animal in me craves to be.

A free man.

*I don't understand why you don't like me
Why don't you like me?
Am I so different from you?*

They look at me again, this time you're with them. And you have that
look on your eyes they've had anytime anyone looks at me.

`Are you a beast or a man?'

`Can you kill at the same time you love?'

`Do you know evil from good?'

`Are you with us? Or against us?'

*Now does it scare you that I'm able to discern
What to love and what to burn
I'll add your fuel to the fire now*

Little ones and old ones, all of them are now together against the
man-beast, me.

Sadly, my lil' auburn devil is with them and is no longer mine. One
more glance at all of them, one thread of hope as I see you reach
for me.

But it vanishes as you ask me why.

As I walk away from you, them and this damn house, I do have an
answer to your question.

"Cause there's no you"

And finally I can be free, from you, them and my fears. Sadly,
freedom means loneliness, one I'll gladly take.

This beast is no longer under their grip

*Stand back, brother take your hand back
Leave it and I might crack
More than a smile or two you see
Don't judge what you don't understand
You can't deny what has been given to me*

The end