All the paper airplanes in the world, all folded differently.
Like a million different fish in the sea but they all look the same.
A racism among the masses.
Like a million hearts shattered at the whim of a bad day.
All the homeless in the world and we cant even look straight.
Like its something to ignore.
Like a million different varieties of snowflakes. If we can just breathe enough, they'll melt away.
Like a million strands of carpet and all we do is step on them.
Even when they're at their lowest.
All the pressure in the world stacked on your back and even the tiniest frown could send it toppling.
Like a house of cards and the bad taste on your tongue is the breeze.
Something so simple could kill a man.
A picturesque murder, with a knife made of words.
A noose of hidden thoughts and a handgrenade of hard glances behind shop windows.
All the kings men couldn't fix him.
As a kid I used to wonder why humpty dumpty couldn't be fixed.
Why a King's army, his horses, his knights in shining armour, the very symbol of hope and heroism, wouldn't help Humpty Dumpty.
Why something so pure and clean like an egg could be killed.
Why no one would help.
Now I know that the heavier someone is, the harder they fall.
The more pieces they break into.
Now I know that people would rather discriminate and go on with life, than help with a simple fix.
Now I know what's wrong...
