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Over the purity of human nature
So many categories
So much insecurity
Naked and alone
The place of humans were
The face of humans were
Less stressed
So many in-crowds
So many outcasts
It doesn't make sense
I don't know why I care
I'm a mere whisper
Drowned by louder screams
I don't really matter
Compared to trends and fancies
All too happy being ignorant
Nothing comes from it
Yet they say I'm the weirdo
When I find reason
So it's smart to act stupid now
And finding reason means nothing
Why do I bother
Why do I care
Why don't I let myself fall
Why don't I crumble and give in
Oh wait that's right
I don't want to be society's statistic
I don't want to be a percentage
That an unknown face
Plasters on the tv screen
I don't want to follow followers
I don't want to succumb
To the stupidity around me
I want to be myself
I want to be someone
I want to be me
Even if I'm not apart
Of the popular society
Of the ignorant society
Of the rich society
Or the immoral society
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Society's Statistics
Date: Thursday, 2nd January 2003 @ 05:40:00 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: InexactExactness
Society bleeds blood red
Over the purity of human nature
So many categories
So much insecurity
Naked and alone
The place of humans were
The face of humans were
Less stressed
So many in-crowds
So many outcasts
It doesn't make sense
I don't know why I care
I'm a mere whisper
Drowned by louder screams
I don't really matter
Compared to trends and fancies
All too happy being ignorant
Nothing comes from it
Yet they say I'm the weirdo
When I find reason
So it's smart to act stupid now
And finding reason means nothing
Why do I bother
Why do I care
Why don't I let myself fall
Why don't I crumble and give in
Oh wait that's right
I don't want to be society's statistic
I don't want to be a percentage
That an unknown face
Plasters on the tv screen
I don't want to follow followers
I don't want to succumb
To the stupidity around me
I want to be myself
I want to be someone
I want to be me
Even if I'm not apart
Of the popular society
Of the ignorant society
Of the rich society
Or the immoral society
That's perfectly fine with me

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