It's a hard balance, this,
Trying to fit in with everyone,
But people don't get it, do they;
A puzzle piece fits only with a destined few.
They say they shan't judge, they say they shall not be biased,
"Come child, come! Speak thy heart!"
And when the truth comes pouring out,
People shut their ears and
Call out your truths (lies in their eyes);
Thrust their words into your mouth instead
Until you gag on them, and are left
With no choice but to stay gagged.
How far have we reached, again?
Have we moved ahead?
"All the world's a stage" aye,
But with people playing their own different minds;
Trying to be pieces in puzzles they don't belong in.
It's a wonder the world hasn't gone off the rails yet:
Oh wait, it already has.
