Metamorphosis by Whispers
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Self image. Self depreciation. Self loathing.
Self doubt. Self awareness. Self-esteem.
Narcissitc or attention seeking. Arrogance.
Too naive, too blinded, can't see. Modesty.
Standard to rise. To conform to.
Paint your face. Your nails. Your chest.
Cover your freckles, unbuttoned the dress.
Pass the test, the rest, and you'll be okay.
"At least she's smart, she doesn't have much else going for her in the looks department."
Intelligent. Complacent. Competent.
Diffident. Indifference. Innocent.
Either a know-it-all or a "nerd". Genius.
Too posh, too formal, too much known.
All you've got going, show it off.
Become a Plane Jane, erase yourself -
show the world your shame. Be bare.
Did you think they'd stop to care, or stare?
Do you feel your labels define me?
Bind me? Break me? Identify me?
No, they don't. They won't. They're not stone.
They're feeble. Weak. A passing twinkle.
They're to be thrust to the pyre. Fire. To burn.
I don't care if what I say to you hurts.
Humanity doesn't have to be a curse.
There are words, I'm trying to tell you,
Written in each and every verse.
But you can't. You're worse.
You're blind to the way you curse.
Open your eyes, you're not the church.
I'm not defined by your lines. Your lies.
Your twisted ribbon won't be my demise.
You can't take my words and silence their ties.
They're truth, these feeble little rhymes.
Do you think I can't see the truth?
The blurred lines?
I'm sorry to disappoint,
You're running out of time.
I'll rise above the mask -
You've tapered yours onto mine.
I am not defined by a simple word. Or phrase.
So stop trying to bind me with your chains.
I won't bend, break and become the same.
I am no copy to be put upon display.
I'm unique, as unique as the words I say.
Don't try to silence me, I'll just throw it away.
I have no need for these childish games.
I am a unique person, I won't go astray.
And you'll see, soon, the dawn of a new day.
I'm tired of being this mediocre shell.
I'm ready to step up and embrace myself.
Release my soul from this tortured hell.
You'll see, I'm not some Grimm fairytale.
I've got words, a story of my own to tell.
So, yes, I'll speak these words that ail.
At the end, I'll drop the mic, and sail.
Into the rapture, awaiting my "hell".
If this is my penance, I'll serve it well.
Ask me if I give a damn what you're trying to sell.
I'm done paying for your silly sins.
I've got my own life to begin.
It's about time I was able to live.
You are the one I've decided to forgive,
So go back to bottle and bib.
I'm sorry, I meant that prison you're in.
Yes, I'm calling the bluff on your fib.
I don't care what you think should begin.
It isn't about you. Or your truth. Your noose.
It's about me, my eternity, my apathy.
I'm tired of your binds, the lies, the ties.
I want to break free, be me, find serenity.
Back off now, step down,
Before you who's on the ground.
I won't be challenged, deranged, engaged.
You aren't a diety, "worship me",
You're stuck with the same mortality.
Life isn't about these hindering measures.
Its about finding the beauty without standards.
Its about the simplicity and life's little pleasures.
Finding the strength to make it through the endeavor.
So, stop pushing, for the world to be whatever.
Humanity is meant to be unique and clever.
So drop the guise, the lies, the Hollywood signs.
Teach beauty, simplicity, embracing what you see.
Before the entire world is full of a bunch of copies.
No one wants the same everyone else's got.
So, why are you poisoning the crop?
Feeding it to young minds, breaking their pride?
It doesn't do anything positive for their minds.
Their bodies are temples, to be worshipped and loved.
Not to be starved, carved upon and judged.
So, throw away your false rules and bigotry.
Before it's too late to save the future of humanity.
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