Outcast

Smiling faces are not always true-
Something that ever pertains to you;
Lies on the outside, hatred within,
A smiling face doesn't mean a true friend.
I suppose you should know this- you're wiser than I;
My eyes look down, while yours to the sky-
You long for freedom, something I own,
While you sit in blackness, left all alone.
An outcast, forbidden to enter our world,
You watch in silence as our banner we unfurl;
But hints of gold glitter in the sun, for
You understand that, one day, we'll be one.