I Will Fight You, Mr. Society...

Move on, Mr Society.

The black sheep amongst many the white sheep,

Is this the truth?

Apparently so,

I felt it

In my gut and my heart.

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You white sheep though,

You are also tainted

but in red,

red,

with the blood of those shunned.

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You push,

And push,

And push us

to our limits,

But as soon as we find courage,

we fight back,

We are the bad ones.

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Do they even realise what they are doing?

Of course not.

The sheltered live,

Breathe,

and die,

not understanding

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The pain they can inflict,

unintentionally,

It is too late though...

I am already tainted with the blood,

No longer innocent to the awful happenings

the horrible truths,

That is our society

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Yet we, are the bad ones...

For not looking the same,

Acting the same,

Talking the same,

Believing the same,

Or bowing to you and your will…

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If we all let you win, Mr. Society

You will have won another soldier

to fight for you

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I am battered,

Bruised,

Beaten,

Bloodied,

Scarred

Betrayed,

and broken…

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All because of you

fighting our right to be different,

Us,

Not conforming to society...

But I still won't bow to you.

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I am different now...

Not necessarily stronger,

Braver,

Faster,

But I don't go for your web of lies,

You won't win me...

I won't allow it.

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I don't see the point ,

For trying to change myself

to fit your mold...

There is no point

In arguing anymore,

I am done with you Mr. Society...

Move on...