Walking through dark streets
bad scenes
good times
sad faces
glad minds
walking through a bright suburb
good scenes
dark times
smiling faces
brainwashed minds
hooked to a t.v. screen
Are you there?
Are you real?
I salute you, the
depressed housewife,
the overworked father,
the opressed children,
the relatives of
SOCIETY
Author notes
A poem about how no one is themselves anymore. Everyone is starting to conform to Societies labels.
A contest entry
- 203;203;203;♥+♥+♥+♥;+&hear;ts;& by xxRainbowDawnxx.
400 points, ended November 2, 2008, 4 entries
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Comments
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yeah know exactly what you mean it's a little like grace kelly the song, about how people are always trying to be fake... or are fake, just to please others.
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