Them
what is it tht we see in THEM?
that we lower ourselves because of THEM?
who gave THEM the power to judge us?
how do THEY take the god out of us?
why is it that we give in so easily?
and then we cry, as if we never believed
tht we
could be
so easily
decieved.
blinded by the fog that covers when we step out the shower
we betray ourselves and get mad at THEM
for doing what THEY'VE always done
even though we envisioned THEM as our
mighty
strong
tower.
like a book we've read repeatedly
we know whats going to happen we tell ourselves the plot
and then sit back to see what we didn't want to see
but what we knew we would see before we could ever see
what ever happened to learning from past mistakes?
making sure that we could never break?
threw caution to the wind
just to play a little game of pretend
we opened ourselves up THEM
so lets prepare for the consequences
tht accompany
the likes
of
THEM.
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