Personal Komodo Dragon

Facing daily struggle of all the obnoxious

Just why must I be present? Conscious?

The nagging and yapping of closed minded duces

The shit they spout with facts they changed - it confuses

Living like human no longer is satisfying to them

Have to fit into their standards and perceptive strudel

But it hurts daily beyond believe

And I know that in this struggle - it's not only me

"It's psychic disorder" or "That is wrong"

THey keep on saying, so They'd belong

And we keep on fighting against this idiocy

Trying to convey that we ARE a part of normality

Can't gasp that we ARE MADE SO BY NATURE

That we TOO WISH TO LOVE AND SEE FUTURE

That we WERE, ARE and WILL BE ourselves

Even if you keep badmouthing even elves

Why does life become battle for us?

Why does the struggle keep Connecting us?

No matter your shouting and foul mouthed cuss

We'll make you FACE US, so you'll have to Discuss

Some of us are a rainbow in different shades

Some of us are quite magical with multiple trades

So each new person supporting comes in bandwagon

To be one of us - a holder of Personal Komodo Dragon