Shapes and Sizes

Small changes come in different shapes and sizes
Don’t forget for a second what we let divide us
At the end of the day how does physical being really matter?
Be kind, one day the one you quietly disgrace might save ya

No one is perfect, no one is super special
We're all here for a reason, 
No one is blessed with a special spell
it'd be scary to animate what some keep inside
They figure out what makes them tick, what makes them drive

I'm not trying to get psychological
These are thoughts that cross my mind
My own behavior scares me sometimes
As I  change, it's like stepping outside of my skin
Better described as emerging from what trapped me, the hollow bin
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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June 29, 2013 at 4:56 AM
I like this, but haven't ever seen you as hollow, actually quite the opposite. I will get psychological and say we are conditioned from a young age to classify and judge. It's everywhere and we may nm not agree, but sometimes regress to juvenille judgements, I catch myself doing it anyway. Nice self-investigation.
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June 29, 2013 at 7:37 AM
Thank you! Thanks for stopping by to read ;) I"ll be stopping by shortly as well ;) Cheers, Sharon
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