Fire Within A Roar

Different

There are those of us
Who dwell in the shadows
Of a society unwelcoming
To those behaving 'normally'
Because abnormal attracts attention
So hiding is the last resort
The hidden children
We never see
Except those eyes
I see, behind the curtain
Yearning to play outside with us

"The world is cruel my child
Get away from that window"
Words I'm too familiar with
But that boy outside
It's like he can see me
For the first time
I'm no longer hidden
Because in those eyes
There's a reflection welcoming