Stolen of an innocence,
Labeled by belligerence,
Marked by redemption,
As though I might be seeking attention.
You put a label to my face,
Pin my body to the wall,
Watch me struggle to be accepted by you all.
Although I quit years ago,
Trying to blend in with this world you know,
Stupidity seems to be the cycling flow.
Observe your thoughts,
Watch your moves,
Read your minds,
Watch you chose.
You set us up for rejection,
To watch us seek acceptance,
I'm sorry it has not fully worked this way,
Only a few truly live today.
Taught to march,
Not to sway,
In a line, you expect us to stay.
"Society is like an airplane. Only a few know when it is going to crash. And usually, the ones who knew, are the rejected of us all."
- Kelsey McKenzie Leigh Duncan
