I'm sick of it all.
All of the insincerity of our generation.
We lie to each other, turn our backs to others when they need us the most.
And we do this because we simply can.
You know those moments in movies when people realize that they're going to be together forever?
That doesn't happen anymore,
Because everyone is stabbing the others back
And then playing the victim to the crime they committed.
They tell everyone that your crazy. Off the rails.
That you're a 'delusional loud mouth psycho'
Even when you were the truest you could be.
And they do that because they simply can.
The struggle of being unique from those around us, is not accepting ourselves, but, it's the restrictions that these people put on your creativity. They smother your hopes and dreams, telling you that you're dreams are too unrealistic.
They'll beat you down with cruel words of hate and anger, until you become just like them.
Until you become another white sheep in the flock.
But oh, how they'll never know the monster that lurks beneath the skin.
You see, you'll never be like them. They're all wolves disguised as sheep, waiting to rip you to shreds when they realize that you were unbreakable, untouchable by those paws of corruption.
This monster happens to be called individuality. The one that makes you better than the rest. The one that separates you from the rest of all those basic minded creatures that were unable to evolve into something more human.
They're after your blood.
They're after mine.
They're going after anything that will ignite the evolution that will doom them forever.
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A Toast, to Us
PoetryThis, is a toast to us. For all of us who have been beaten into the ground, and refused to stay down. We are powerful. ---------------------------- Poems for those who have suffered for far too long.
