We try to live differently from everyone else,
Afraid we might be a copy of someone's original.
But oh how funny it is, that it is to the world's ways we have returned.
Our generation is completely made up of people
Who hide their beauty inside and admire someone else's.
Self worth is a merit no one believes in,
And confidence isn't a virtue any longer.
We have found the flaws in our sins and turned it into who we are.
Our identity is no longer founded by truth,
But scripted from lies.
We have gotten use to the word depression and misery,
Yet we are surprised when a joyful being comes along our way.
It seems as if our self destruction is not worth mourning for,
We have gotten use to a catastrophic world.
The emptiness we have seen in others,
Is now our own.
The beauty we once had,
Has been buried deep in a heart that use to be pure,
But is now vile.
Where, oh brave souls, are you?
Where is the courage we use to have?
Dear heart, it is time to take a stand.
Tired of the "normal" this world seems to have accepted.
