Who are we trying to please
No really
Our family
Who claims to support us
Every step of the way
Our friends
Who either walk with us when we are poor
Or ride behind our backs rich
Or strangers
Who become what they become
Without us involved
Or God if you believe
To make it to heaven
But who is this for
Ourselves?
Because we seem to never impress
Ourselves
Say we're confident self assured
Yet still find time to pick out
The imperfections which make us perfect
So who?
The opposite sex? The same sex?
Why do we need this approval
We all say don't matter don't care
But on some level
Shallow or deep
We do
So who are we trying to please
If there's no higher being
Were chasing our tails
Trying to figure out a puzzle
That's missing too many pieces
Rebelling to prove that society isn't what it's cracked up to be
Or being the governments spy to prove that you love our nation
Where is this self actualization
That was made into a pyramid
And when do we reach it
Cause from down here
Where my head is leveled
Only by the playing field I try to win
Not a damn soul can say they've
Never tried to fit in
Never cried when they knew they shouldn't
Felt ashamed because society has deemed us with opinions
That we should have
Without us realizing these opinions
Free choice and will
Were made for use to see our similarities and come together
Not fragment ourselves
Into our differences
And I know differences make us who we are
But I think the most important lesson we have yet to learn is
Differences make us who we are
But they aren't what we are
Because we as selfish human race
Are beautiful in so many different ways
And that beauty can't be whittled away
As long as hope stands for one person to believe
That maybe just maybe
There isn't anyone left to please
Yours truly,
The Poet
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