They make us eat pills in masses
because they want us to fit in
nobody cares about our psyche
because we have to fit in
our different thought patterns
don’t bother you
we just have to fit in
we are thinkers
dissidents
but we have to fit in
thousands of thoughts are rushing through my head
sometimes, I can’t even grasp them
but when I take pills, they’re all gone
it’s for the sake of fitting in
some stuff just seems dull to me
people call me ‘irrational
or lazy
i just have to fit in
people tell me i should think before i speak
at nights, i think way too much
think differently
but hey, i have to fit in
we just think another way
and people stare at us
“why don’t you just fit in?”
they call us ignorant
because we don’t wanna fit in
who we are ?
We are the ones
who have minds with thousands of thoughts rushing
we are the ones
who are told
that being different is great
but if we are different
we have to fit in.

We have to fit in

we have to fit in?

At what cost?

 [ written by one of my hetalia ocs- carlotta aka nuremberg
this poem is set in 1935′s Germany]

the brown poison flowing through their veins
slowly eradicating the sense of righteousness 
freedom and love put into chains
who’s gonna stop the madness?

once colourful streets are now dull and grey
the smiles on the children’s faces have been wiped away
by the evil man with the funny beard
why can’t my voice be heard?

a little girl, 

parents loved her

a bright mind

always exploring 

not standing still

always kind

never ignoring

and oh, so strong-willed

a young woman

boys liked her

but she was fed up

playing Rosalie

simply took the s out of she

cut hair short

sports-bra-layers

then the words

a young man

standing in front of her parents

who are angry

‘ this is not who you are’

they scream

they don’t know the harm

they’re doing 

he falls into a stream

a young man

laughed and ridiculed

his parents don’t want him to be

granny calls him “freak abomination”

and at school, another confrontation

a friend says ‘it’s fine, i’m here’

but there are some, who overhear

and come out for him

a young man

no longer wanting

to live

in a shithole

tries to kill 

himself with a blade

but some girl

screams

no.

she smiles at him.

he stares at her

“my name is Serena”

in his eyes, despair

“Ross” he sobs

“now, come on, ross!

I will get you

out of here”

silent screams at night

bringing dreams of fright

killing your sanity step by step

take the knife, don’t fret

and slash

slash 

gush

….until goodbye

breathe

it’ll be over soon

breathe

survive till noon

then

breathe again

survive till midnight

fall asleep

and 

breathe