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People are clothes, worn outfits, tattered and haphazardly made. Came around, waiting to be thrown away as the new fad fades. Walked on and walked over. Images that we think we can't match up to. Can't hold our own standards, cause we don't have our own. Can't breathe easy because we have had the lesson yet. I breathe sleazy, and I breathe on you. Take me down because my ego is done. Hanging from the gallows you tear me down, frown on face, feet drag ground. The body of my imagination is pulled limply to the casket, buried alive. Only a broken neck. Suffocating on your standards. A tight collar, a closed casket. We are all beautiful, but we all think we have something someone else does. That makes us want power. I'm right. Are you? No. Never. I rule over you and show you the right way. One way may be right, but understanding is in short accord. We are driven by the norms, but we struggle against the new. Change is hard. Change isn't always right. The past isn't always right. Where do you draw the line? Where do we place the worth? When do we value ourselves in love, not in power? Pull the body out and stun it with the shock of electricity, blood pumping, breath exhaling. Saved him. We love ourselves, we don't have to fight our insecurities by destroying others lives. Hurts do not go away easily, they leave impressions of clay, art of disdain, art of the mind, art of the brain. our instincts give us an excuse, but we never excuse our own behavior. Too harsh on me, too harsh on you. My face can't compare to Maybelene. My body can't compare to Schwarzenegger. My mind can't match Einstein. My imagination can't match Shakespeare. I'm still stuck and I still can't fathom my individual freedoms without taking yours. I wanna love me, but I wanna hide my pain first. Compare yourself to unique. Compare yourself to your brain. Does it match up? If not, you are compared to nothing. You don't have to believe in me. I do