Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Robots

Im sorry I don't march along, programmed to be imperfect creations. The way they want you to be so you can only turn to them when you are in bad luck. Im sorry that I'm not "normal" in your eyes because of my weight, music genre, friends, style. But I wont beg for your mercy, to be like one of you. I was once you, but I realized the truth. And when you notice a difference you beat them into re-programing a thought so the world can be the same as the rest. So we can all be little silent voices but believe we have purpose.

Im not a robot and I don't wish to be one. But running around saying "sticks and stone may break my bones, but words will never hurt me" only makes it worse, because you can only take that as a challenge. But you can't mechanize my mind back to the way it used to be. I look back at that, I have experience and I know what it's like to be a useless voice. At the time I still am, but at least I strive to be heard, instead of become a tool for them. You see, you can't mechanize me because I am no longer that robot of the army of everybody that is imperfect perfect. I wasn't made in a factory, I was made by a creator, greater than your government. 

So I propose you this choice. You can either be a robot of "normal". Or like me, different, but in a good sort of way.

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