Prejudice and you. A sixth sense.
I feel that you don"'"t know,
Can"'"t touch another"'"s ground.
You want to taste revenge
But you licked and nearly drowned .
You have a nose for trouble
Of that I can"'"t dispel.
You think I really stink,
Cannot stand my smell.
Like a shepherd hears a wolf
You have heard my misery,
Unlike a door that needs a lock
I am as open as can be.
But you refuse to see the truth
Of that you cannot lie.
For you have only seen
A colour that wont dye.