My Stereotypical Poem.

Stereotypes;
What a stereotypical word
I wish I can erase its existence
From this stereotypical world

There is no reality
In the stupid chickflicks
Every girls' first love
Has no roses or background music

When one man, one soul, dies
None of it is slow motion
It all happens second by second
with no dramatic, backwards motion

People with evil in their hearts
Don't appear in capes like curtains
Most walk the sacred ground
Veiled as a common person

The world itself as we know it
Isn't as what it seems
It's not full of coincedences
As we've all seen in movies

Even, I myself
Might as well be a stereotype
You all say I'm undoubtfully happy
But that's because you've never seen the other side

That's why I want to erase them
Every line of a stereotypical
thread
The truth needs to shine
Or else the lies will instead