I sit on my own planet, I am not despised.
I look at other worlds through my telescope-my eyes.
I veiw the people there, and wonder what their like.
I fear to visit them, but someday I might.
They've tried to visit me, but aliens they are.
Here, they don't belong, rejection-taken hard.
Worlds within a world is what it's come to be.
None of us fit in no matter what we think we see.
Though in this universe, some may get along,
we all are aliens, we all sing our hearts own song.
We find for our own worlds, those who are the same,
but sometimes, people change, all our spirits, never tamed.
We finally realize that we will never fit.
We live in different worlds, and that's the end of it.