(The World Conceived through the Eyes of a Believer)


Is anyone real anymore?
Does anyone know?
I'd have to think twice about the answer
Everyone is too busy putting on faces
Wearing articles to hide themselves
Pants so long they even cover toes
Where are the real people?
Who aren't afraid of who they are
Who accept everything thrown at them?
The slouching fear-fulls
Who overcome and stand up tall
Are we all out there?
Are any of us here at all?
With faces made up
And appendages pierced through
It's a circus show
To go out in the world
And truly show yourself is unheard of
We all just make due with what we are
Why can't we be real?
Why won't we all stop the lies?
Letting everyone see
Our true beauty
Being proud, standing tall

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