Let me get my thoughts out,
As I stain my fingertips with charcoal.
Let the black stretch across the white.
Let it become more than the absence of color;
more than a powdered rock.
More blending,
More scratching,
More flow,
Movement,
Feeling.
Let the world see my vision,
My thoughts,
My inspiration.
Tell me world when you can finally see.
Emotion is what we all run on,
Even if we don’t want to admit it.
It’s human nature,
It’s our way,
our society.

Society...

I despise it
despite the fact that I am still thrown into it.
Still trapped into the way I was raised.
Though I do not fit in
and am sometimes segregated from others,
...Just for being a bit out of the norm to them...
I can’t help but wonder
if I am one of the few out of billions.
...The misfits.
We don’t follow the norms.
We don’t think like them.
We look to the sky in deep thought.
We understand there is so much more.
And we always feel a bit alone.

Society says,
“we need to procreate”
and people blindly go along with it.
Not all, But many.
Afraid to be alone.
afraid to not be accepted
if they do not produce offspring.
Though I think this way,
I can’t help but wonder...
Am I just as blindly following the path
that society wants for me?
Not with the constant need to fornicate,
But instead to make myself known.

Go to college.
Go to work.
Get money.
Get things.

At times I wonder
if that is my real hidden motive of my actions.
Do I want to be known just so I wont be forgotten?
Do I just want more money to buy my toys?
Or is it for the reason I dreamt of since a child?

…then again…
I’m sure we are all programmed from day one.
Our world is not so far from a brave new world;
Men do experience death as though salesmen do;
And mice and men never had a chance.

Buy more toys to experience joy temporarily
before the next new gadget comes out,
Don’t look around you and see what we have become:
Governments crumbling almost as fast
as the ozone layer;
People starving
while the majority of Americans are obese.
Cancer doctors paid less than basketball players,
Models the same weight of children
Become little girls role models,
and movie stars’ personal lives
become our entertainment.

If only we could all see as I do...
Feel with intense emotions;
understand that there is beauty in us all.
Once upon a time,
We stood as one.
But nevermore...

Till then,
Misfits will have to stand by and watch,
Staining our fingertips with fleeting visions of hope,
Drawing finger print
By
finger print.

 
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