The thoughts of a deep thinker in a shallow world

Staring into the mirror
society menacingly laughing back
hissing underneath its shallow breath
you know you cant, so just dont fight back

I pull myself away from the binding gaze
perplexed and confused
is this what I almost become
had I came this close to lighting the fuse?

I turn around and think I am looking into the mirror again
decorated violence and meaningless ideals
but I rub my hand against its choosing surface
and realise its my window, the curtains start to appeal

I see societies minions corrupting innocent minds
gorging themselves in such a plentiful feeding ground
ingeniously though, they do not intend to kill
only to subdue and with the hammer of untrust to pound

With me though, these minions are playing a different game
a barrier of love and family affection
bars their entry into my mind and soul
so they play on those around me those who are without protection

I know a girl of a pitiful 16
already scared and drained of youth and the gift of not caring
society has stamped an image in her tender mind of what she should be
and with the old painting, tearing

What I have discovered to my great relief
is that society is complacent and rushed
as when I talk to those I thought unsaveable
their innocence and empathy are still there, but to one side pushed

I do not claim that society will be stopped by whinges and complaints
but by playing on the fact that I am willing to stand up
and to go against the acidic rules of society;
let thy drink from the deep liquid of my hearts cup

Do not let it be said, that what we have is all that we could hope for
we can change the future for something better
something where tolerance and understanding play a bigger role
something where depression, not our lives, is the quiter

What I talk of, is not going to be a bed of roses
violence, hate, spite and other human feelings will still exsist
it\'s just that they will not be decorated or approved
and no one will persist

The best looking will no longer hold a place
but beauty and passion will
judgment before opening the page will lose its posistion
people will be able to give their original pages of introduction, no reason to revert to the pill

What keeps me swimming so deep through what could be insanities waters
is the feeling of success and meaning in an aspect few ever feel
just knowing you have changed ones person life from stepping in socities shallow puddles
is what gives me strength to stand up and gives me a shield

All of this draws to a close as my eyelids become heavy
and darkness fills my concious shy
I am falling into a sleep for which I look forward to every day
as it is this place where my dream was born and where it will never die

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