Silence Isn't Always Golden

Some say silence is good,
but to me, it's my prison.
Locked away,
no one can find the key.

No one has a voice anymore,
we are not all equal.
Their lies run deep,
they hide in the purest soul.

However,
it's still accepted to be them,
it is actually expected.
But for us,
the "weirdos",
what does is all mean?

Sorry to say,
we have been forgotten.
For the last time,
let's find comfort in each other.

For the last time,
the sun rises.
For the first time,
the apocalypse.