Perspectives

You look at me,

Through your shallow eyes.

You want me to believe,

Your trusted lies.

I see through the grille,

Of my open window,

That dusky sky, the heavy rain,

Tell me otherwise.

You want me fit in,

The setup small.

In your perspective,

I am not like you, at all.

You hammer me up,

To take that shape.

I escape again,

And take the earliest gape.

We differ,

You gotta understand,

I’ll never gonna wanna be you,

And, I take my stand.

 

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