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hope cries and faith dies and all i know is a history of lies.
i try to turn it around.
break the mold i let you cast me into, but the perceptions persist.
i talk to you until i'm blue in the face;
even rudeness can't cut through the surface of me you cling to.

picture perfect attitudes and cookie cutter expectations behold my uniqueness like a deadly disease.
i try to take my time.
i chip away at every misconception you've formed about me, but your stereotypical thinking resists me.
words can't undo all the brainwashing you've been through;
even knowing different isn't wrong doesn't stop you from labeling everything you think doesn't belong.

oblivious eyes and deaf ears miss out on the subtle beauty that surrounds them.
how can you miss so much yet believe your world is complete?
you rush around in your narrow tunnels of thought shunning all exceptions to your rules.
if there's no titles you get confused.
God forbid i don't want to be just like you!
and we all know you wouldn't dare try to walk a mile in my shoes.

mismatched socks and uncombed hair aren't anything to fear.
i hear my own marching band and i dance and hum right along.
i change my mind all the time.
i love to walk in warm summer rains and run in cold ones.
i think expressing yourself is cool, even if i don't agree with you.
i respect your view, is it so hard for you to do the same?