toxins
Posted to Poetry
by Tears and Tissue on 2002-02-16 02:28:00
cookie cut to what he belives is the social norm,
no indivisuality,
doesnt make his own decisions,
misdirected from life's path,
to a merry go round of toxins.
can not accept people for their own diffreces,
rejects diversity,
feeling the need to blend in to his surroundings,
like another star in the sky.
life pointless,
only caring what one looks like in anothes eye.
