we dish out hate and we call it love
for the sake of following a tradition
we take circumstances that we can not understand and try to diagnose them
crushing dreams along with realities
creating a mask of tears that are permanently placed over the faces of the hurting
we deem a few weak and call ourselves strong
but we were wrong when we said what we did
we were wrong when we did what we did
we separated hearts that were meshed together
because we were afraid of what they would produce
the end result would have been happiness
but we couldn’t stand the thought of it being any worse than it already was
failing to realize by shutting down love we shut ourselves down in the process
limited views casting a dark shadow over anything that dared to be different
if you don’t fit the script you can’t sit with us
we’ll place you in a cage in the corner instead
giving you a list of things that you can do
when you get tired of them, do them again
and again
and again
until you forget your name and her name and his name and their names
and when you’re done, you can be a pot of gold
for us to show the world
and then we will love you
and then we will accept you