Nobody ever knows our side,
I don't think anyone cares;
The sadness and hate we have to hide,
The tears of despair.

We all try to be friendly,
But what do we get in return?
Hit and beaten; then told to be manly
And not to cry or moan.

"For you are only minions!" we hear them cry
"Now go and do this right now;"
Don't moan, don't groan or else they say,
"or your life won't mean a thing!"

But then you look at our photo,
Of our house all sat in rows;

You look at their smiling faces, No enemies, no foes.

You see, this is the other side-
Oh, yes there are but two-
Their side:- Antisocial,
Our side:- Just a hole.

But don't get the wrong impression,
You see, they're not all like this;
It's just the few we look out for,
That make our lives an abyss.

S. Darnley 4