Oh sad and crumpling world
where the non-judgmental judge,
where those who fight for the future
live in the past,
and where beauty is
as fragile as a single word.
What a poor pitiful world
where beauty and art
can only be seen striped of dignity,
where nonconformist conforms,
and integrity is torn from away from morals.
What a sad, sad world
where one shouts, “Be who you are,”
as they push you into a mold.
Can you not see my beauty?
do you not understand my soul?
I am not simply a body.
I do not need your mold.
Yes, what a sad, pitiful, crumpling world.
It is a world that breaks my very being,
so I will walk away.
I will continue to stand where others will fall.
I will see the beauty in dignity,
art in the unmodified,
and be at peace,
because I do not judge those who judge
do not condemn those who condemn
and love all.
