My brothers my sisters my kind

In a world where white
is the only color of our surroundings
shadows roam
blink once you see them
blink twice and they are gone
the shadows you see
but were never there
are the shadows of my brothers
my sisters
my parents
my loved, owned
my kind

that you can never see
with your true eyes
but just a glimpse of something
that sends a cold shiver
threw your once safe body
with only a glimpse of them
your world is no longer white
but raining the color red
but you are not at all shocked
to recognize that this is blood
of my brothers
my sisters
my parents
my loved, owned
my kind

you've lost all thought
of the "strange" unfamiliar words you are reading.....
but threw reading threw my darkness
are you comforted?
or are you of emptiness
trained to think what is pretty and
what is hideous......
what is right? what is wrong?
must we live life they're way
or shall some of us be strong?
the strong are simply shadows
you are not aloud to see
you are punished at sigh
but they are my family
if you don't like it then punish me