The things you most want, at times the hardest to achieve
As though obstacles need to be passed and goals seem far away
Perhaps we really create our lives before we're born,
which would recreate patterns, or improve what's low in form
When your not a part, but instead apart, does society question you
Or do they simply have to categorize you in order to feel comfortable
Complexes, which have been created in one another
Through somebody's point on your way of life, or your personality
Those same people would never accept it, or be majorly upset
Had they been told what they tell you
Yet they still do it, are they insecure, or ignorant of plain facts
I know a lot of people answer it with 'EGO'
Even then, I think it's fear, insecurity, and a need to judge someone
In order for that person to be in their comfort zone
As though you forced them out, or made them uncomfortable
For example, Somebody once said I was spoilt, and asked me if I had servants
I should have laughed on his face, yet I sat there in my comfort zone, wondering what's up his ---------
It really created some confusion in me, I felt as though it were true
It's these small things, which people manage to plant
Which the mind sometimes eats, and then deals with an unknown pattern
based on somebody's ignorant remarks.
As though human interactions, were based on mini battles
Which allowed one to feel good about themselves for a while
since they can feel important in some aspect, how politically right!
When we leave these behind, we wonder how we were ever part of such a stance
They remind you to accept them because people are different
Yet how can you possibly accept that which deems itself untruthful to you
If it doesn't seem right, or good, why would you keep those people in your life
It clearly doesn't work, and sometimes these people need a reminder of time
Why waste someone' s space, or pretend to be what your not
Many of these connections, are completely attached to a destructive lot
Then you leave, and wonder how you'll survive, without a circle
or people who you can stand beside
And suddenly it clicks, that these people never held my hand
Or wondered why, they never changed, and life keeps passing them by
They continue using one another and you to fill their egos
Then they wake up and victimize someone, as though it were a simple time
and to prey on someone's vulnerabilities
Really.. they deem that natural in their friendship circles.
So I would rather stand alone, then stand by you
For me being judged for not being part of a group
Is way more satisfying then crewing in a gang who can only create gloom
