Broken Kaleidoscope
As the world spins, I'm stillI never move, to prideful to give in to the twists and turns
the demands of the world.
I hold my own refusing to show the weakness that resides within
It is a gift and a curse to be able to hide.
I keep away from the problems, the cool, the poison of modernization
yet no one knows me, no one can see me because I wont let them
like a child who believes if he can not see you you can not see him.
Why do I hide? I fear the opinions of other who judge without understanding.
You dont know my past, how can you judge my present?
I connect with people like me, the rejects of society.
Their minds inflicted with a pain, a pain that can only result
from the cruelest of beatings dealt to them by members of society
The social rejects, the ones who give only a cold stare to the happy
Wishing they couhld still revel in the naivete that they had ripped away from them so long ago
Those who know them, know they are humans, warm and loving on the inside.
They are not just the scars on their arms
They are not just the black fingernails
They are the unforgiving, the living, the breathing
The epitome of the horrors humans can create.
They are the one who change the world with a iron fist
on a hell bent mission to change and bend the world so no one else will know their suffering.
They are delicacies, smashed beatin and broken int cruel twisted reflections
of what any child should grow to be.
They are multifaceted.
They are Broken Kaleidescopes.
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