A catalyst of imperfections and perfections
Bundled into a humble soul
Perceptions twisted often misunderstood
Overlooked by the book of rules
Of how I am supposed to be
Percieved to be.....
All these stereotypes
Tied to me.....
How Do I break free
From the trapped mentality of
them
her
and she....
I swallow my pride daily
With my hands outstretched for nothing
but a validated hug from HER
whoever she may be
Just an ounce of reaasurance I swear
would reformat me
Judge us
Judge you
Judge me
Judge......
WE.....
unexplainably we conform without even really knowing.
Knowing is beautiful
Rules seem inevitable
Trust seems unbelievable
Individiduality = extinct
......I bet that makes u think.
Abstrakt 2009©
Monday, March 29, 2010
[A Catalyst of Imperfections]
Posted by Everyone calls me Abs at 8:34 AM
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