Why do they all crowd together;
Is there really safety in numbers?
Why do they all look and talk the same;
Do they have no originality?
They shun those who are not the same,
Those who coose to walk a different path.
Because I do not follow the sheep in the herd,
They turn their backs on me.
Make up and money,
Is that all that matters now?
Size zero jeans and painted faces,
Is that all they care about?
They walk together, hand-in-hand,
Footfalls echoeing emptily.
They think they can control us.
They think they can make us live in fear.
But it is they who live in fear,
Fear of losing their power.
They are nothing without it.
They are nothing without their dominance.
 Broken_Soul_Torn_Mind · Mon Sep 22, 2008 @ 10:36pm · 1 Comments |
