Who are you, That the name to the face consumes your all, Like that somehow can cushion the fall, You’re bound to have, When you’re dumped atop your head Left to lye in the mud, All because what you said, Did not agree, With what the crowd wanted to see, I don’t get it, What are you, That you’re so scared to pop your little pearls, All you boys and all you girls, Steeped in stars, Light just to survive the night, Prayers to feel like you matter, Wanted and safe from fright, So your thoughts always run light and free, Even amidst your reverie, I don’t get it, Why are you, That you’re so dependent on the light, You set out to incite, Losing your mind, Getting trained like a freak, Shackled to the praise, That you always seek, Scared to tempt the ides, Lest you come out on the wrong side, I don’t get it, Where are you, When you can put your ideals to the test, Standing aside like a bunch of hypocrites, Dare not to move, Lest you alone stand, Visible as a one atop the heap So you offer naught a helping hand When will you know, The ascendance of the crow, I don’t get it, When are you, Finally going to learn, That respect is something you must earn, Stand alone, Pioneer something new, Don’t fuck and forget, Explore unknown hues, To enter the fray, To finally seize the day, You got to let it,
Reason for writing:
I'm trying to start leading my own life, not the template some others follow.
Birth sign: Virgo
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