Speaking Incorrectly
i told someone today that i liked it when it rained
i told them i liked that it made the world cold
and i told them that i liked how what was around us
became desolate and drenched.
and i could of sworn i heard the words “that’s depressing”
slip her quiet lips as we were walking
and it only made me wonder,
why do we take a habit of classifying things in a completely incorrect manner?
most of us have no idea what our words mean
we try to sound sophisticated to impress our parents and their friends
and in the process we stumble on what we say
and we ruin it for everyone.
it’s so hard to wrap my head around the fact that today
it’s become normal to criticize others
for what makes us real,
and for what makes us more than flesh and bone.
whether it’s our sexuality or our mental state,
there’s always a person who needs to beat you for it
and today society is actually convinced that it’s sociably sound
to put others down only so they can build themselves
up into a skyscraper above the one’s they’ve broken
and then there’s others
who are criticized by the mean girls in our grade
whether we try to fit in or stand out
we’ll always be targets for the animals
and we’ll always be searching for a place
that accepts those who enjoy the rain
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