Speak your mind they said,
but every time I spoke it,
judgement ran through everybody's heads.
Have a rigid vision of your future they told me,
only to let me drown in my own impaired vision
They asked me to grow up with a soft soul,
but by the time I reached fifteen,
society had already turned me cold.
I was forced to make peace with my broken pieces,
but every time I shook hands with them,
- Everybody is trying to make you see the world
with their own eyes.
Little have they realized that God instilled different
lenses to fit each pair of eyes;
with different perspectives.