What We Do Best

Sun, 07/26/2015 - 03:06 -- astarz

We fear the feeling of acceptance because we cannot accept ourselves. 
We hide any resemblance of beauty by calling it ugly.
We hide any resemblance of nature by industrializing it.
We turn a society that is no where near perfect into an image of achievement because we need somewhere to look to. 
Why can we surpass our limits but not ourselves?

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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