Expression of Myself

The Chains of mimicry wrap around my wrists,

Leaving marks stained to my skin, for
When I move too far out the boundaries of
Normality.

Society perceives us as undecided teenagers, molded

Like clay by the hands of temptation

But society does not understand that our cry

Has begun to harden
So all they can say is that we are
Dumb and Retarded

Because of our distressed denim jeans or

Our hipster looks

Because out pursuit towards happiness,

Is being barricaded by the views of society
As if they were prison guards guarding our
Happiness from escaping as to cure this crazy
World

As we imprint our views like

Crimson colored blood being stained
Through a plain white-tee, regard us as
Things but as human beings