Legos
Legos;
So simple,
No one to judge them...
Not on their size, shape or what color they are.
All people care about is the general creation the legos make....together
So why aren't we like legos?
Why?
But what if some are like legos
To easily knocked down if not hanging on to someone else for dear life
That don't quite fit in the contraption we want to make
But what about the ones that do fit and don't get knocked down where a they?
Is it you?
Is it me?
Do I get knocked down after being built up?
I constantly need to hanging on to someone else....
Another Lego?
I personally think that we are more like crayons.
Only worried what people think
If we're broken, if our paper is gone, if we're not sharp enough
And if we are crayons what color are we?
Are we just a blue
A green? That pink that looks like a red?
The black that we desperately look the very few times we actually need it?
Or the yellow that smears when comes in contact with other colors?
Or are we the white.....that no one ever seems to need?
No one wants to be the white ...but some get stuck like that
On bright paper the white seems helpless
Screaming to be heard but as if no one can't hear them
But in the right situations...... on the few black pieces of paper life gives to us
It's the most colorful crayon we have
So weather you're a Lego or a crayon
We all have a place we just need to find it
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