Soundproof Filters & Edited Pictures

Thu, 03/05/2015 - 16:50 -- Usa33i

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Everybody sees me--

                                    At least, they think they do...

Everybody loves me--

                                    but not they way I'd like them to...

Everybody hears me--

                                    the truth is they hear my planned out sentence...

Everybody is a family--

                                    alas, it is my one repentence.

 

People walking, people talking, people living everyday lives--

more like people wearing a similar disguise-- its all lies.

People crying, people broken, people living behind a curtain--

the truth is for certain-- it takes a person.

 

They make you, and break you; they change you, and rearrange you

Photoshopped and stitched in place. Wanted to fit in, what a funny looking face.

All around you, hurting; Different passions, different stories.

Fix you with one click of the mace. Wounded and open, the last layer to erase.

 

Silent screams from the world around you-

everyone a victim to the "picture perfect" flue.

Life isn't ones and zeros, you can't undo or redo-

Everyone guilty of their own world view.

 

Stand alone...

We are all unique...

Who likes the same when you can fit in with the crowd? Your own crowd.

Throw away the "Insta-less fashion" and be a light with your own natural hue.

 

(I AM SMART!, I AM STRONG!, I AM BRAVE!)

 

"I go through the same everyday problems as anyone else...

 

(I AM CREATIVE!, I AM HANDSOME!, I AM GOURGEOUS!)

 

 ... but it wouldn't be true"

 

(I AM INDIVIDUAL! I AM UNIQUE! I AM AN IMPERFECT PERFECTION!)

 

I...      AM...     MYSELF!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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