We,
who sit here idly,
glowering at the world from our
dark, dusty corner,
shouting insults when they
escape from our mouths,
We, complaining
every day
of the wrong-doings of humanity,
throwing the blame on
anyone but ourselves,
hatefully,
When will we open our eyes?
Realize -
the world is
our very own clay.
It's not "I don't fit into the world..."
It's,
"The world doesn't fit into me."
Author notes
Everything is what we make it. If you think you're not like other people, then you're not... if you think everyone else in the world is stupid, they are. But if you think that the world is beautiful, even with it's flaws, then it is.
We can't change ourselves, but we can change the world. "Do I fit in?"
Don't even waste your time asking that. We are the ones who own the world - if you fit in or not, it's your choice. There's always a place for anyone, if they really want it.
A contest entry
- You against the world. by Ember Rose.
600 points, ended June 8, 2007, 15 entries
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