Why must we be punished?
Why do they hate us so?
Is it because we act different?
But aren’t we the same in so many other ways?
We bleed like them when we’re cut…
Cry like them when we’re sad…
Feel pain like them when we’re hurt…
And die like them when we’re killed…
We and them
Us and they
Why are we separated into groups like this?
Are we really that different from one another?
I guess so…
Why must I be punished?
Why do they hate me so?
Is it because I act different?
I’ll never know now...
- Title: Different -poem-
- Artist: XxdeadxnxgonexX
I drew the picture "Different" and this poem came from that.
It's basically asking why we're separated into two groups: us and them, you know, the "freaks" and the "normal" people. It's asking why they say we're different from each other when there are so many similiarities. "Them" kills and hates "us".
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- Date: 11/22/2008
- Tags: death blood them different
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