At a young age
We’re all taught
What is right
What is wrong
How it is
And how it isn’t
Day in and day out
Ideas are mashed into our brains
We are sat in front of the television
While mom goes quick to change
Flip through a magazine
See all of the paper thin girls and boys
And at 7 years old
You can’t unsee what you’ve seen
You can’t unhear what you’ve heard
All you can think is ..maybe I’m absurd
And even if it’s not being forced down our throats
Please take note
That somewhere along the line
We’ve painted a sign
That whites go this way
Blacks go that
Gays say “heeey”
And people can’t be fat
That boys have to be buff
Girls love to wear pink
That a MANS skin has to be tough
I mean WHAT WERE WE TO THINK

We don’t just see this in magazines and on TV
At church we’re told a man can befriend a man
As long as he doesn’t get down on one knee
And at school we’re told that mommy and daddy get married
But they didn’t tell us that mommy really loved Mary
We’re told that not everybody looks the alike on the outside
But it’s the inside that really counts
But if that’s the case why aren’t we all treated in the same amounts?
And yes in the past 100 years we have passed laws
To make us all equal
But see the system was flawed
They got a good start
They got it all down on paper
And all down on charts
But forgot to put it into all of our hearts

All of this hate
It isn’t in our genes
We’ve taught it to eachother
It’s sewn in our seams
But how do we unlearn what we’ve known all our life?
The answer is it’s hard, it’s been cut in with a knife
But hey while we’re on the subject of cutting and knives
Lets talk about the people taking their own lives
Because we can’t accept the differences from one person to the next
Because no one can say hey I like the same ***
And, we make it known, that to talk about your differnces
Is odd and weird, so instead of letting it out, we just decide to go with it
Until your faced with so much pain and despair
That you take your own life
It just isn’t fair
That we make it known that people aren’t beautiful
Inside and out
That we’ll always be different,
But our minds will still be stout

See I have been oppressed by society
And you have too
And because of that
I can no longer say, feel, or know
What’s really inside of me
we need to choose to see the world
But not just in pieces
Because if we look at it that way
Then that’s what defeats us

Chorus:
(Maybe I am wrong
Maybe I am right,
All I know is that the TV tells me
to go to sleep
at night)

Well if you look into my eyes
I might show you something new
But if you look into my eyes
I just might fall in love with you
And the words you say when you look at me
Take a one way train right to my heart
I’d love to tell you all these things
But I don’t know where to start

Because this road we’ve been travelin on
Is coming to an end
And I’m thinkin' bout all the places well go
And all the places we have been
And it’s  hard to differenciate
The idea of love
And being just close friends
So if you could tell me all the places we’ll go
Or if I’ll be left with places that could have been

And the stars can show us
Just how small we really are
Or the moon can show us
That we’re not very far
From the people that we love
To the people we don’t know
The moon connects us all
To a place we call home

And I hope that you get
Wherever you are going
See maybe the stars
Maybe they are showing
Somewhere we’re supposed to be
And the places that we are
because the moon does have some craters
So I’m bound to have some scars

We grow trees
Just to burn them to the ground
We grow humans
Just to watch them drown
And tonight as i look upon the stars
I kind of just wish
That i'd been hit by a car
All of those times
I ran a red light
and all of those times
Me and my dad got into a fight
I wish he'd knocked me right down
So at least i wouldn't have to live another one of these nights

At least being drunk is good for somethings
Because finally i've written some good things
Some things that are true to my heart
Instead of some stupid ****
That i shouldn't have even thunk of to start
But **** this poem
I'm drunk
and tomorrow
I'll think
That i should not have
Thunk

A realization of words
The tiny lines on your hands
all coming together
to form something of a human

All of the shreds of hope
despair
longing
joy
coming together to form
something of a heart

All of the shreds
accompanied by logic
to form something of a brain

A realization of body  
mind  
and
words

But really, maybe I am the problem.  Almost every person I have encountered has been like glass.   I meet them.  They like me.  After a while, everyone gets bored.  A lot of the time I push them away.  I stop talking to them.  I don’t want to care about them.   I find one little thing that is a “flaw” in them, and I let it fuel through me with everything I have.  I stop trusting the person completely.  I let them break.  I let them fall gracefully from my hands.  I watch, as if it is in slow motion.  Then all at once they shatter.  They mean nothing to me, even though, they once did.