They walk in the same pattern and form. They are marked with
such violence and names. They follow each other, they share
the same footsteps. It is quite exciting when you feel you're
an outsider until everyone else notices you're not like them.
They all stare at you with anger as their faces rotate
around you in circles laughing desperately with such
intense. It's quite enthusiastic when you realize that once
you're out of that gang you can create something entirely
different for yourself. The sad thing is that people never
want you to succeed, they want a piece of it; therefore,
they'll try their best to tumble you down, break you to
pieces, and hang you from the highest tower they can find.
Leave you there, dangling, alone in the cold night.
& when you let out a shriek you better becareful for they
can hear you but they won't listen. They don't want to open
their ears for you, they simply want to shut you up. & while
you move back and forth as you hang tight up to that rope,
they poke you with sticks and needles, they throw rocks at
you. They travel with torches in their hands and ride horses
through the woods, the woods which lead to the rest of
society, away from you.
They treat you like you're nothing, you're different, you
deserve the worse. They look at you like if you're a monster
lost in another world. They speak about you and spit poison,
damaging your good name. They yell at you with such words
they stab and mark your delicate skin. Your happiness,
however, shouldn't be stopped by them. For life is a battle,
a war against us the innocent. They may leave you shivering
in the darkness while it rains, they may carry their weapons
as they see you as a victim of their mistakes, but even at
that, we won't let ourselves down. So while they cut your
gentle skull, you won't scream of horror. Alive or dead,
your image will forever haunt their lives. It's just a
matter of time for people to realize how much they affect
their surroundings. In just a few days they'll recognize the
best from the rest. It's time that will put everyone in
their place. In just a couple of days everyone will see,
that as they fall, we are the ones that hold the power to
their emotions. It's just a matter of time before everyone
knows reality from fantasy. & as we wait here, hanging
about, our breath is slowly fading away. The storm won't
leave just yet, our bodies are starting to decade.
It's just a matter of time. .
We will shape the future generations, but they don't know
that our biggest tool is patience, we can wait.