OneDoes he or she not feel emotions as you or I may do?One by BreeBree135
Do we not all go through sufferings and celebrations alike?
So tell me, why do we refer to them
As "them," as if they were a separate group, apart from us?
Then, by saying we are not like them, we seclude them.
We make fun, pointing and running away because we are afraid of something different,
Afraid of what we do not understand.
As if they themselves didn't just have a disease,
But they were the disease.
We act like they are the monsters, but we are behaving like ones.
So he doesn't look or act quite like you appear to,
And she doesn't think or talk the same as you do.
Tell me, why are we afraid to be different from each other?
On the inside are we not all the same,
With dreams and a beating heart?
Love cannot exist in the presence of fear.
You will be afraid until you look past the outside; look at the heart
And you will understand that we are truly one.
Behind the StreetlampAs I stroll through the frosted trees under their hanging branches,Behind the Streetlamp by BreeBree135
I grow curious.
I peer from behind the streetlamp.
I see a man.
This man has on a winter coat.
I stop to talk with him,
But he doesn't say much.
Neither do I.
As I stand there in the cold with him,
I notice things about him
That cannot be expressed by words alone.
He is alone.
Well, he was.
People aren't anywhere to be seen.
They avoid him, possibly because he looks different
From how they look,
Acts different from how they act.
They do not understand why he is different from them.
They are afraid, so they leave him alone.
But he is so happy
Because he is imagining a better place
Where he is able to be who he wants to be,
And no one can hold him back from all he is.
He flexes his arms and pounds his chest as if he were the wrestler
And the pile of fallen snow is his opponent in the arena.
It is there, under the frosted branches
From behind the streetlamp,
that I realize something they don't know.
I notice that he has d
InsideI don't even wanna see their faces,Inside by BreeBree135
Serious with stern, unchanging eyes.
Fake, exaggerated smiles.
It bothers me, but it doesn't scare me.
I don't wanna hear their voices,
Forced, sickening happiness.
Commanding, ruthless orders.
It annoys me, but it doesn't scare me.
I don't want to be here.
But high school is only temporary-
And it all irritates me, but it doesn't scare me.
Not like my demons do.
Hello there!! I'm Brittany but you can call me Bree. I tend to be shy and quiet in person until you get to know me.|
I love drawing, animals, fireworks, imagination, nature, peace and making new friends.
Oh, and I'm REALLY WEIRD when I want to be. ^w^