To Be Wrong
By Stellar84

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This poem belongs to me, Emily.  All rights reserved.  Please,
no duplicating, copying, or distribution without my consent.
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     Why do we claim freedom, and then create such harsh rules?
     Why do we claim equality, if we say others are below us?
     How can we consider perfection, if we can’t even say I’m sorry?

     Why do we yell at someone who did something wrong, then perform the same duty?
     Why do we shun people that are normal, and yet do shun ourselves?
     Why do we diss other people for who they are, and yet keep the mask on our own face?

     Why not reveal the real person, why not take that step forward?
     Why don’t we stop following the stream, and take the initiative?
     Why must we follow in other peoples’ shoes?

     What makes it so hard to say no to what is obviously right?
     Is it really necessary to fold ourselves away, hiding the true person deep inside?
     Can’t we simply just accept people as they really are?

     Of course we can’t.
     It’s called society.
     Called majority.
     It’s also called being scared.

     Scared of being different.
     To be different is to be wrong.
     To be wrong is to be shunned.
     So we keep the mask on. And lie.