You see the clothes

You see the hair

You don’t see the person there.

(You see a thing)

You don’t see the scars or bruises

You don’t see the fragileness

You see only what you want to see.

(You don’t see a person with emotions)

You don’t really see the tears

You don’t really see the pain

You just laugh like it’s all a game.

(You see what you’ve been told to see)

The ‘nerd’, the ‘geek’

The ‘emo’, the ‘goth’

The ‘fag’, the ‘dyke’

The ‘weirdo’, the ‘freak’

The ‘whore’, the ‘slut’

Even...

The ‘prep’, the ’jock’

(They’re people too, you know)

Hopes, dreams, ambitions

Wants, desires

Now,

Broken hearts.

Look at what you did in your selfishness

You crushed a flower not yet bloomed

And tore it from its roots.

(Can you see now?)

(Can you really see?)

(Try, why don’t you, to see through the veils)

(Stop the lies, bare the truths)

(And when the truths are bared)

(Don’t look away)

Learn to see more than what you were told to see

(Learn to see more than what we were all told to see)

This world is dark and dirty

(We made this world so filthy)

So maybe, instead of crushing the flowers we don’t like

(Instead of continuing the circle of bias, and hate)

You should let them grow and flourish

(Be the better person and break the chain)

Then maybe, this world, so filled with filth

(Then maybe the word ‘equals’

Could grow and flourish

(Could mean something)

Into a garden

(Meaningful)