People are just 3D shadows of who they want to be,
Everybody tries too hard to change what others see.
People are just way too scared to look like who they are,
After all, if you could be a galaxy, why settle as a star?
People are just copies of those that they're around,
But when they need to break away, they'll never make a sound.
People are just photographs of someone they once knew,
But if you had lost someone you loved, you'd want to be them too.
People strive to impress their peers,
And so choke back rivers of tears.
People are afraid of what others will say,
And so stay silent as barriers decay.
But if all of us are 3D shadows of who we want to be,
Why can't we all be shadows as a family?
YOU ARE READING
Yours Truly, Me.
Poetry" I can lie just like they tell me, or I can break this crazy spell/ I can fake my way to heaven, or take my sorry ass to hell, " -Yours Truly, Me.
