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Box
I am broken --
So are you.
My heart is beating,
But are my eyes open?
Are your eyes still open?
We see these things,
These tragedies,
And we do not speak.
We cannot speak, for fear that it
Might all be real,
And not just television-drama pretend.
So, I'll go along, stay with the flow.
Who wants to be the one who's different?
The one who fears it all, the ridicule?
Because we all destroy
What we don't want to understand.
You can't see the beauty
There is inside of me.
You don't look between the lines --
We only take what we can see.
I force us into a box to think,
And no one dares to try and speak
Outside of it.
Because we're scared?
Maybe.
But the only way we'll ever win,
The only day things will ever change
Is when you step outside,
Stop harboring outside the lines
Of your box --
Then, it all can begin.