With The Others

This just doesn't matter,
It just doesn't feel,
So unrealistic,
This whole thing is so surreal,
How can it be,
That it's not just myself,
But everyone like me,
Is fast on my heel,
We are all trying to flee,
To stay in good health,
From our fears,
Afraid we've eaten,
Our last meal,
We fear the make believe,
No longer full of glee,
We fear ourself,
We console it with tears,
After the judgemental peers,
Have given us a beating,
Giving their seal,
Of unnaproval,
We are unable to share the wealth,
Give into the jeers,
After the last meeting,
I'm not the only one,
I'm not alone in running,
Because when we run,
We don't run for fun,
We run to hide,
Flee the gun,
I know one day,
It'll change as,
I will run the other way,
To face the gun,
To show it what I've got,
But for now,
It's certain suicide,
So I run.