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.
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!