You think I'm an ignorant savage,
And you've been so many places, I guess it must be so,
But I still cannot see,
If the savage one is me,
How can there be so much that you don't know?
You don't know...

You think you own whatever land you land on,
That the Earth is just a dead thing you can claim,
But I know every rock and tree and creature,
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name,

You think the only people are the people,
Who all look and think like you,
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger,
You'll learn things you never knew,
You never knew...

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grins?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?...

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest,
Come taste the sun sweet berries of the Earth,
Come roll in all the riches around you,
And for once, never wonder what they're worth,

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers,
The heron and the otter are my friends,
And we are all connected to each other,
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends,

How high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know,
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon,
No matter what colour skin...

We must sing with all the voices of the mountain,
We must paint with all the colours of the wind,
You can own the Earth and still...
And all you'll  own is the Earth until,
You can paint,
With all the colours,
Of the,
Wind.

I called and called,
Yet he still fought,
Threw me to the side and stepped on top,
Punched my nose, and made me bleed,
Come back, it's me was all i said.

I pointed the gun at him,
But I couldn't pull the trigger,
So I pointed it at my forehead and fell,
He knelled down and held it, steady.

There was nothing in his eyes,
Nothing but blankness,
I held his head in my hands,
Come Back, it's just me, I said.

It's just me, I repeated,
His hand on the trigger
**** me now, I said,
Then he looked away.

Look at me, I called,
And finally a soft Tris escaped his mouth,
I relaxed,
He was back,
He pulled away the gun from my head slowly,
Then he turned around and faced the enemy.

It looked me in the eye,
I stared back,
"Are you not afraid of me?" it said,
"No."

"In fact, I was waiting for you"
"Were you?"
"Rid me of this pain, this agony"
"Why?"
"I have no love. No heart. I am heartless. It is a curse. **** me"

Then the monster started crying.
And stole my breath away.

I was really good friends with this guy,
I wanted to be more,
I really thought we could make it,

He sent me a love letter,
I accepted it gratefully,
He said it meant nothing to him,
I now mend the pieces of my broken heart.

Beatrice,
Dauntless,
Tris,
Selfless,
Smart,
Prior,

Fighter,
Savi­our,
Lover,

A girl with one dream.
To find the truth.
Candor.

A girl who gives homage to those who need it.
Amity.

Beatrice,
Tris,
Prior.

Abnegation,
Dauntless,
Erudit­e,
Amity,
Candor.

One Choice,
Can change you,
Define you,
Decide you,

Three birds on a collar,
One for every person,
Whom she left behind,

A gun,
A knife,
A fear,
A height,

A boy,
A hand,
A kiss,
Goodnight,

A mom,
A dad,
A brother,

A normal life that's turned into a horror,
A simulation,
A secret,
One she can never tell or die,

A lover who is on the rampage,
Can't tell between a friend and a foe,
A brother who falls to her side,
A mother and father who die low,

A word,
A sound,
A train,
A belt,

The whole world is upside down,
Should I cry or should I tell?
My world is shattered,
I need to fix the pieces,
I am DIVERGENT and you can't change it.

If we were perfect there would be no love,
If we were perfect there would be no colour,
If we were perfect there would be no choice,
If we were perfect there would be fear,

If we were perfect there would be no emotions,
If we were perfect we would be controlled,
If we were perfect there would be no hope,
If we were perfect, we would all be fooled,

If we were perfect we would have no beauty,
If we were perfect we would have no flaws,
If we were perfect we would have no happiness,
If we were perfect we would have no memories,

So please understand
You don't have to live in fear,
You can't be fooled,
You can keep memories,

Because being imperfect is what makes you
divergent,
Being different makes you stand out,
not in a bad way, but in good.

So if you want perfection, then be different.
*BE DIVERGENT