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Whitney Metz Feb 2010
It’s the ****** of the most innocent

those who could commit no crime.

Their souls have far more purity

than you could hope for yours or mine.

How can this be justified?

How can they say that it’s alright

to **** those who cannot protect themselves,

those who can’t put up a fight?

I wish that I were stronger

that I could truly speak my mind.

I know there’s courage deep inside me,

but it’s so ******* hard to find.

I want to tell the world

of all the evils that they do,

but I can’t seem to speak opinions

even when I know they’re true.

Why can’t people see it?

Why won’t they open up their eyes?

How can they ignore the suffering?

Can’t they hear the anguished cries?

Don’t they know that they can stop it?

Don’t they know it’s up to us?

If we just sacrifice a couple luxuries

we can make the suffering stop.

I want to make a difference.

I want to change the way we live.

I’d give up anything to do that

but I just don’t know what to give.

I wish that I were strong enough

to convince them to make the right choice

but I can’t seem to speak up so loud

that they can here my voice.

Inside my head I’m screaming

but from my mouth just a whisper comes out.

I wish that I could be the type

to look them in the eyes and shout.

Stop what you’re doing!

Stop it now!

before more lives are lost.

Stop acting like a selfish child

never thinking of the cost

of all these stupid things you want

these things you think you really need.

If you would just give up a few desires

your poor slaves could all be freed.
Whitney Metz Feb 2010
I am a dreamer without a dream.

I am an artist without an art.

I am a soldier against my own thoughts.

I am a betrayer of my own heart.

I am an activist too scared to act.

I am a lover unable to show love.

I try to be everything at once,

I find that I am nothing at all.

I hide my true desires

behind everything I pretend to be.

It seems all the things I really want

conflict with what I want people to see.

I want to take chances

but fear what I might lose.

I want to stand up for my beliefs

but I don’t know what I can do.

I want to show how I truly feel

to let people finally see the real me

but I can’t stand to show them all my flaws

or let the know that I am weak.

No wonder I can’t make connections

since no one knows who I am.

I wish that I could show them

but I don’t see how I can

since I don’t even know myself

who I am am or who I want to be.

All of my conflicting traits

don’t even make sense to me.

— The End —