And then you feel for me
Where was your compassion
When you saw me as the villain?
Why do I have to explain
That life is hard and traumatic
For you to try and understand me
What does that say about you?
If you think strange is awful
And difference is unacceptable
You are always going to judge me
You will still want to change me
If I haven't hurt you
And I'm not out to harm you
Then I'm not the one who's wrong
My compassion isn't conditional.