A poem I made for something else, but it is now the intro for this little collection. I doesn't make much sense unless you know what Heinoustuck is. Then this poem can have a few different meanings. Enjoy all my not-so-creepy oneshots.
People Like We
They're not like you, not like me
They don't see what they could be
We don't fight, we don't run
They could live for blood, live for fun
They fear what we've become
We feel fine, we feel numb
People like you, people like me
They're not like you, not like me
They don't see the things we see
We see past shadows, past lights,
They think in blacks, in whites
They think us inhuman, think us freaks
We are just not plain, just not bleak
People like you, people like me
They're not like you, not like me
They aren't strange, they aren't free
We show the pain, show the fear
They don't heed, they don't hear
They hide their dread, their doubt
We show our fear to keep it out
Monsters like you, monsters like me
They're not like you, not like me
They fear the people who have glee
We wish to run, we wish to play
They only see horrors, see decay
They don't realize that we're all the same
We are the ones to hate, to blame
Monsters like you, monsters like me
