I Will Fight You, Mr. Society...
But, maybe I can't change you...
Move on, Mr Society.
The black sheep amongst many the white sheep,
Is this the truth?
Apparently so,
I felt it
In my gut and my heart.
/
You white sheep though,
You are also tainted
but in red,
red,
with the blood of those shunned.
/
You push,
And push,
And push us
to our limits,
But as soon as we find courage,
we fight back,
We are the bad ones.
/
Do they even realise what they are doing?
Of course not.
The sheltered live,
Breathe,
and die,
not understanding
/
The pain they can inflict,
unintentionally,
It is too late though...
I am already tainted with the blood,
No longer innocent to the awful happenings
the horrible truths,
That is our society
/
Yet we, are the bad ones...
For not looking the same,
Acting the same,
Talking the same,
Believing the same,
Or bowing to you and your will…
/
If we all let you win, Mr. Society
You will have won another soldier
to fight for you
/
I am battered,
Bruised,
Beaten,
Bloodied,
Scarred
Betrayed,
and broken…
/
All because of you
fighting our right to be different,
Us,
Not conforming to society...
But I still won't bow to you.
/
I am different now...
Not necessarily stronger,
Braver,
Faster,
But I don't go for your web of lies,
You won't win me...
I won't allow it.
/
I don't see the point ,
For trying to change myself
to fit your mold...
There is no point
In arguing anymore,
I am done with you Mr. Society...
Move on...
About the Creator
Emma Kitsch
Im a wannabe writer, and my dream job is to one day be able to help people like myself who struggle with their mental health. As long as I can make it through med school...
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