It's Torn Away

APOLOGIES FOR THE COMMENT ABOVE (HIT TAB TO MOVE IN SEVERAL SPACES AND THEN HIT ENTER TO GO DOWN A LINE THUS HITTING POST) CANT SEE A WAY TO DELETE

This is the last time I will struggle The eyes of a million Follow each step I take Walking further into hell

   I see this as having everyone judging each others every move with the way the media tells us what looks good and what doesnt, whats right and whats wrong

The weak and willing wither under the weight of their own restraint We hold an ideal of the way it's supposed to be

        the people who are so frozen by the fear of this judgement are crushed by the feelings yet they        know who they are inside but cant express it without the fear of the ridicule

Every motion creates a canyon left empty Slowly the path begins to crumble and split

   every new idea we get of what looks good or bad causes a new group of people to lose their         confidence in them selves causing a canyon like void      

Destruction lurks waiting to fill the void While the other motions grief and iridescent light

       with this new found problems with ones appearance and not fitting into every-ones "perfect person" idea hatred and anger fill the new void 

A sense of knowing and divide This is a choice in which we all relate This is a choice make up your mind

      a sense of knowing ones true identity and the divide we all face as we put up walls to         cover          how we truly feel to gain acceptance, so either be who you are 100% or live knowing your           still fake to yourself

Following step by step in each of our lives Eyes always following and watching speaking tongues unknown Following step by step, I go

           we all follow media (some more than others) and we all strive to fit in and be the best new thing but we still all judge each other so much harsher than we wish to be judged our self, with everyone watching you for who you are and whispering words of spite and judgment of which you are left to imagine and fear 

It's torn away when I try to hold on

       you try to hold onto your self but with the worlds ever growing lack of acceptance to each other it gets ripped away

I grab the end of my senses dragging them to reality And as I see who I am know this is the path to being free

       by focusing on the reality of what is what you can see who you really are and know that that is living, living with out the fear of prejudice and rejection

This is the last time I will struggle The eyes of a million Follow each step I take Walking further into hell

The weak and willing wither under the weight of their own restraint We hold an ideal of the way it's supposed to be Seemingly perfect like a grid composed of dots

 we have been force fed all our lives to be good little people who all wear suits and have great happy little lives and we are all the same we are all simple dots making a grid without a spec of individuality because it was killed off by the fear of judgment

could be grasping at straws but the idea flowed easily and it made sense to me, a real propblem we all face, one of which we need to get over