They think they’re cool,
but they’re not.
They think they’re better,
but they’re not.
They think they’re something different,
yet all they are is nothing but the same.
They’re nothing without each other—
a truth they will never come to accept,
or even bother to understand.
They deny the courage it takes to face the world alone,
too scared to step out to see what happens
when they finally meet the real world—
and realize... how everything changes—
and how people who once welcomed them in,
will no longer even care.
Now, they’re the outsiders.
It’s ironic, isn’t it?
But for now, in their youth...
they cling to the comfort of conformity,
surrounding themselves with the familiar,
this thing called “the comfort zone,”
because they believe it’s right
and their so-called right—
to fit in, to feel better about themselves,
and to show the world
that they have something others lack,
just to make them feel small...
insignificant...
worthless, even...
for no reason at all.
But the truth of the matter is...
they aren’t the finest people.
They’re simply the same old types—
the ones who believe they’re ahead of the game,
but are the least likely to win
in a world as heartless as this.
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Comments4
A vision of hypocrisy that hides behind a professed belief but cowers to fight the battle they profess. Idols of stone that cast shadows that move with the sun. A powerful poem that yet may not be too popular with the masses. A strong message that gets a fave
Wow yes!! You're right on the money with this one. Thank you 🙂
My pleasure
A totally correct analysis, I think... though to some degree most of us are social beings.
Really enjoyed this one.
A strong write that many may not care to admit, nicely expressed and written, enjoyed the read
Thank you so much!!
You are very welcome
Excellent write
Thank you 🙂
You're welcome
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