Conforming to Non-conformity is what some accuse me of.
A punk is what im labeled.
People call me a little wuss.
Because i wont do their little rituals
Rituals of ignorant violence
Rituals of blind hate.
Why join what you do?
Why be like you?
The world turns their back on truth.
Me Id rather face the truth.
Face the truth of what ive become
Im not me Im not you.
You and I have diffrent perceptions of what is true
You wanna what?
Thoughts by Hittokiri Battousai
Poetry » General Rated: T, English, Words: 87, Published: 12/27/2003