
We pack everything and everyone in neat boxes and pretend that this is as it should be. Maybe we're not meant for that...
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 199 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 09-03-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2949136
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Look at me
What do you see?
A flaw in society
Because who I am
What I do
Is full of your opinions
Some are good and full of praise
Others are pitiful excuses
Built on fears and lies
The stereotypical stories
They founded our way of life
Trick us into fearing the worst
But what if we aren't who they say we are?
Why can't we reach out?
From the neat little boxes people place us in
Pick a smile and shine it
Walk beside a stranger
Hear their tales
Lay down the weapons fuelled by hate
Cast aside our differences
Wrap your arms around bruised eyes
Hear them cry on your shoulder
About the darkest hours
And promise them no more
Help the lost child be found
Don't just stand there!
Go outside and see what's out there…
Because there are other people
In this world
All feel the pain
Of being hit
Of being lied too
Of being hurt
So why do you do it!
Why?
Do you even know?
Is it because everyone else does it?
Or the media lies and stereotypes flooding your mind?
Well I missed the old you…
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