"The Upstanding Young Woman"
Smoke curls through her fingers
People look upon her with contempt constantly
She doesn't know
To her face, the weak adore her-
No one will put her in her place
Contempt
I look upon her with contempt as well.
She who gets away with anything, and tears down so many.
Only her victims know
Yet no one dares say anything
She staggers through the night,
feeling oh so cool.
Drunk and high all at once.
And now with more "friends" to rule.
'It's okay' she thinks,
'I have tommorow to go home and recover.'
Then the hypocrite goes on home.
She has to rest-later tommorow she talks to youngsters
about the importance of staying sober.
The weekend passes, and of course she's alright.
Monday morning comes.
Her teachers smile, they love her so
Of course, they don't really know
She brags about what a good person she is.
what a wonderful citizen
Lots of volunteer work
but they didn't see
her drunk and bent over with her head on her knee
No, they fail to realize or just choose not to know.
About who their upstanding young lady really is.
Well, if they'd listen, and look-choose not to ignore.
Then they'd see her as we do-
Criminal, liar, and whore.
"How to get along in society"
Follow the leader
It's safer that way
Don't want anyone to point and say
FREAK!
They're different!
so succumb and be quiet
that's right, don't stand up for yourself
never incite a riot
Do whatever they tell you
sacrifice your brain
Just try not to go insane
"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away"--Henry David Thoreau
"In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost."--DANTE
What surrounds me through the day, haunts me through the night
Friends are enemies, all are same
and I'm a social pariah once again...
The unattainable goal just within my reach but still too far away
These chains, pains, are imagined but all too real
demons, chain and shackle me down---
ironic, they're my only friends.
What pain others go through, we'll never know
Strife or struggle is their own
although happiness they may show
So please be kind to all you meet
For you will never know how hard it is for some
To get out of bed every morning...stand on their own two feet
Although sometimes you feel as if no one is there
Just want you to know my friend
That I will always care...
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