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Slipping Away

By , Wellesley, MA

They are We, We are They,
I'm not sure which I am,
I'm slipping away.

They who are We stand to the side,
While the We who are They
Stand in circles, talk in line.

They who are We do not speak,
Not because we can't,
But because it's hard, near We who are They.

A group of three is the place for We,
Unwelcome anywhere else,
Nowhere where We can comfortably be.

Drawing circles alone,
They all look the same,
But the ones that don't can never, ever be shown.

They who are We look at We who are They,
And think,
Is it happier, being that way?

They who are We look at We who are They,
And think,
Are we lonely, staying this way?

We who are They look at They who are We,
And think,
That's strange, We must keep away.

Do We who are They see the pain?
Do We who are They notice?

They who are We are handed the blame,
Blamed for our pain,
But why, we can never explain.

When They who are We are alone we feel the shame,
When They who are We are alone we know,
We no longer want to play this twisted game.

It hurts, to be alone, in a world where others shun you,
For being something you can't control,
Lonely.

There are few people who understand,
And the We who are They cannot,
For they are the ones who always hurt us,
They throw our bodies straight into these horrible, boiling, iron-clad pots.

They are We, We are They,
I'm not sure which I am,
I'm in dismay.

Happiness and laughter is like opium,
Relieves pain, dulls it,
But back the pain will always come,
It is always waiting in the back of our minds.

This broken world,
Had never heard of ‘loneliness’,
And the They who are We has concluded that the world is deaf.

The They who are We want someone to talk to,
But about what?
What is it that we want? Change? Because it's never coming.

The They who are We cry when alone,
This world of norms and judgement is cruel,
They are We and We is Me.

They who are We apologize.
For what?
For everything We who are They have said is wrong.

It's unwritten, but written. The fine line between different and same.

They are We, We are They,
I know which I am now,
But I'm still slipping away.






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