Stare at the stars,

Wondering who we are,

And why we are lost.

How is it possible to be ourselves,

When we are unsure of who we are?

How can we live to their expectations?

We can hardly live up to our own.

Why do people not understand 

What they see is the result

Of the pain created by others,

Pain we've overcomed.

That we take knives to nothing,

Because of horror that we have made.

We refuse to become the monsters,

That people have portrayed.


Kill me quickly,

Drop me dead, 

Whith signs and words left to behead,

The broken and weak,

The ones who don't speak,

Who seek solitude, rather than unity.

But screw you, and your opinions!

I know that I am strong.

I might see me lonely, but that is where you're wrong.

There are so many out there, 

Who care more than you know.

We are united and divide,

We're all over the globe.


So screw your opinions,

And to hell with your ignorant sight,

Your words make weapons,

But your mind fails to see the light.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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