Displaced {NOT A POEM}

When you walk down that path
You have chosen for your self

Does, it feel like you dont belong?
Do you feel out of place?
Like you don't have the same perfection as them?
Feel like you belong somewhere else?
Do you feel like when you get into trouble all eyes are on you?
If you don't become one of them they wont like you?

Do these questions run through your head all day long?
Are we ever going to know the anwsers to these questions?


Well, these questions will run through that pretty little head of yours
until one day they are answered or stuffed away in a desk locked with a key
never to be touched.

Do we all really belong in this world.
Are we ment to be different.
One of a kind.
Is that what makes up our world

Short, Fat, Skinny, Tall,
Smart, Dump, Pretty, Ugly,
Blonde, Brunette, Red head,
Old, Young, Teenager,
Trouble maker, Goody toshoe,
Stuck up, Not caring, Liveing life,
Traveler, Rich, Poor,
Live in the hood, Live in the big houses.

If we are all to be different
Then why does it seem like
When somone you don't think is perfect
Walks out their door you must judge
Them of what they Wear, Look, Talk, Walk, Move

Have we really blowen our world into the dust
Just because we have to judge everybody we see
Why can't we just all except what we are


If we all didn't judge
Maybe this world would be more easier to live in

Why do you think most teenagers die
They get judged by how they look, the way their parents are,
Where they live, How they live their lives.

If this world did stop judgeing people
Do you think we should, would, could live a better life
Then what we are liveing right now

This My Sweetheart is
A dream noone in this world
Could ever make come true

We will all have to change
In the future or Now
It is up to our World
To choose the paths
That feel right to you
&&To you only