The Same People
When people speak
They would never guess
How incredibly weak
Already, it's so hard to confess
And It shows
On my skin and in my head
No one will ever know
Don't they see?
I wish, I wish I could
How couldn't I agree with
"Just because you do, doesn't mean you should."
"No big deal, ignore it." They say
Advice from people I look up to
Showing this behavior is okay
In our "humane society today"
Well to that, I call bull crap
That because my name is not inscribed onto an orange bottle cap
Filled with pills of different kinds
It is alright to insult my ways, in others minds
That because I am not forced against my will
By a group of jocks that punish me behind a school wall, for not paying their lunch bill
And because I can walk on both feet, and write with two hands
We assume there is no problem to be solved
With a blindfold over our eyes
We think we see where the problem lies
"That blade is the cause!"
"Not us 'twisting logical laws' as you so claim!"
As you so claim, I deserved it!
From the same mouths that mourned
"Oh, why wasn't she adored?"
"What could have lead her so astray?"
They also say
"Why do you even try?"
"Look like that, and you'll never get the guy!"
Even the audacity of asking, "So now how many cuts you got on your thigh?"
The same people
Would you believe it?
Of course, no one will admit
That these words feel no different from these marks
Not even myself