Broken People

I wish to be with the broken people the get in your face challenge me people The sometimes hidden sitting in a dark corner kinda people The don't you love me I wish you seen me sorta people People just being real people not having to have it all together people Them doing their best to figure it out people dancing and singing without the smooth moves people I don't care about the color of their skin or what others think of as their sin They don't need to be perfect to win seeing and listening is where I'll begin Beyond appearance of fat or thin I only know what I know I've never been where they've been. We'll start with our broken smiles It's the best we've got It might seem like so little still I think it's a lot Through life's struggles we've all fought lessons needed learning experienced not taught real is real it couldn't be bought So forget the fake people the all about perfect hair and clothes people The I live in the right neighborhood and drive the right car people It's all about me, top of the hill people They only hang out with the supremely cool people those too important to talk to me people thinking they're the best of the best kinda people when all along they are merely Sheeple ba ba baaing, thinking they are strong instead of feeble I love characters people who are unique I look under exteriors to gain a peek strength of lions disguised in meek unconcearned with fab or being chic Worth listening to if allowed to speak the stories they tell will make your eyes leak For in the end we are all broken stumbling and choking Disguising hurt with our joking victims of others and their poking So look close maybe you'll see eyes that aren't blank hearts that aren't empty Who we think of as complicated in the end might not be They might push when others come close yet they are affectionate times three Each just a bit afraid and broken all the while wishing and wanting to be A part of something If only we choose to see those on the fringes are a part of the we All we have to do is let them be!