The games of society are worse than any fight;
Battles are hidden, trying your might.
You and I are the soldiers, spending each
Day trying to survive and jump out of reach,
To escape the rules, set upon us by
Society, who treats each like a fly,
The goal is to live, to show who we are,
To make mistakes and shine like our own star.
There once was a girl with a story to tell,
She hid most of her life, until she fell
Straight into the spotlight of her own grace,
She learned to stop treating life as a race.
Faced with a problem, more difficult than you know
She had to decide to stand up or lay down and let go.
Her mother told her stories and legends about great
Heroes, like Hercules, full of feats and fate,
Teaching her that to be the one she wanted to
She had to accept that people are afraid of things that are new.
It all started one day, that seemed no
Different from any other, with the low
Being the day of torture at the place
Where every person had almost the same face.
The masks they wore had no expression,
Each was a clone, watched in succession.
One day, though, due to her amazing grace,
She walked into a wall and fell on her face.
The mask that had been secured, was knocked loose,
For a minute she thought she saw a goose.
When she realized what had happened, up she
Stood, the lock on freedom finally had a key.
With trembling hands, she reached towards her face,
And undid the mask that was in that place.
Down the mask fell, with a smash on the ground;
People turned to see who would make such a sound.
There she stood with a smile, not a mask,
Happy to have finally been able to cast
Away, the image society had
Placed in her head of what was the best fad.
The other people around stared at the scene,
For one of them was finally being seen
For who they truly were, without the chains
Of perfection crushing them with more pain.
In an instant another took action,
Down came a mask to another reaction
Of gasping. While freedom was being discovered
Some called them fools and others just hovered.
Then more masks were shed to the ground,
So the girl asked, “Are you going to continue to frown?”
A small pod of different people had now mixed
Who decided that they wanted things to be fixed.
But the first girl, whom our story started
With said, “These things need to be parted.
A war is not won, when based off emotion,
We must try to not cause much of a commotion.
We are now free and others will follow,
But being forceful is what caused us to wallow.”
The others looked around and nodded their
Consent, they made a decision to wear
A symbol of their battles in the form
Of an item that stands out from the norm.
They deemed themselves a name that few know
For they believe others can also handle the foe.
A movement was made that day, against the bonds
And molds that tried to create the cons
Of society, such as everyone
Should be the same and not have any fun.
These people though, have learned, being yourself
Is not a crime, even though they all were once on a shelf
Sitting and thinking the same way for a while, it is good
To be you for the right reasons and should
Anyone you meet doubt this tale, explain
How it’s not just them that suffer with this pain.
We all can hide who we truly are,
But isn’t it time we all find our own star?
