some days i just feel so
trapped
like a bird in a cage
with no place to spread it's wings and
fly
like it was meant to
like we were meant to
but instead our consciousness weighs us
down
further with self doubt until we
question
who we really are
inside this unnavigable system that
society
has presented us with.

take a stand,
fight the stereotypes
rid yourself of your cage and be
free.
like you deserve to be.

Are we..
Human
Demon
Living
Dying
Laughing
Crying
Floating in a blissful lie
or
Living the tormenting truth
Why so oblivious to
Fear
Hurt
The suffering of others
Is it human nature or
are we really the demons we fear so much?
**~warfang

This sweet blossom I picked not; for instead I chose to water her
So that I may admire her beauty for eternity, rather than to have her wither and die
Beautiful flowers deserve to live, rather than to die at the hands of a selfish man who took it all for himself.

"Like an ember, hatred is but a spark
Waiting to Ignite."
~warfang

is but a beautiful lie
glorified suffering
so what's the point of living?
the point is
we are stronger than that
better than that
our mind is an engine and we are the machine
we are power in essence
we have strength
courage
a consciousness
we turn survival into something worth living for
~war

In our minds the demons dance
In our sight the demons prance
Swirling fire like a luminous trance
Run fast, strike faster, or you'll lose your chance
To liberate
To Set free
But the true demons lie not in our sights
They linger and torment people
Like you and me
In our minds.
**~warfang

Grieve not for the flower that wilts as the years wane;
though their former splendour is all but null;
for fortune truly favours those who tend the memories well;
so that, in years gone by, the flower may bloom again.

Society has broken me
Beaten me down
'Do this, do that!'
They try to push me around

I will not bow
To their ways, their opinions
I will not become another stereotype
In their oppressive dominion

They always go with the flow
They stoop so low
To fit in
I just wish they'd know
That there's more to life
Than remaining within lack of variety
They are afraid to be Different
In this Stereotypical Society

I liberate myself
From these binding shackles
Tune myself out
From their jeers and cackles

I want to be different
I want to be free
I won't let these people dictate what makes me
Me

And when they lie in the face of reality
The thing in which they have been so blind to
They cry out for help
And I state
"I'm used to it, aren't you?"
*-WarFang