A page not meant to be written I conceal the words never meant to be read From the book I was torn Left to wither on a counter-top Eventually met with scorn, and burned to ash merely as a way to move forward For my words could never be accepted Only rejected Despised by the masses for standing out so proudly The once golden page that defined the book Reduced to nothing more than a pile of soot Simply for the words that couldn't be understood
You were close to angelic Almost too much to bare And like a scoundrel in heaven I knew I didn't belong there That smile on your face I could never seem to bring Your eyes so aglow I even heard you sing I asked for one more chance One more night alone Of course, you said no Then you held me so tightly Just because it was cold Just because it was cold
Humans are all one However we are not all for one Instead we are all for ourselves Humans are not perfect And that I understand But instead of trying to strive for perfection We **** one another because we want to feel powerful We scorn one another because we want others to feel our pain We break one another because we want someone else to be broken We hate one another because we want someone else to be hated like we are Then, we **** ourselves because we don’t want to live like that Because we don’t want really want to ****, or scorn, or break, or hate one another We just want someone else to feel human
All of us are human, and none of us are perfect. Know that no matter who you are, there is someone else out there that feels your pain.