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So, I am told we are here,
But where is here?
I am told we are home,
But I feel so damn alone.
I am told we are safe,
But I feel so betrayed.
I am told what to believe,
And told what to create.
I am told what to love,
And told what to hate.
We are told not to kill,
But we tear apart lives.
As if there is any difference,
In killing with knives.
I am told how to dress,
How to eat, live and lie.
I am told what is wrong,
But never what is right.
They can tell me what they wish,
Shove their ideas down my throat.
But I am who I will always be,
And not what you promote.
- Title: I am told.
- Artist: Brooklay
- Description: You can tell us what you wish, but in the end, It all depends on what we believe...
- Date: 02/25/2010
- Tags: told lies hate poem
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Brooklay - 03/11/2010
- Kay, if you have anything on here I'll check it out (y)
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- Alicel0vehate - 03/10/2010
- i write poetry also and this is the best smile talk to me sometimes
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