Red Strings

I want you to see me,
the world as well.

I am the broken hearted girl,
the slit armed freak,
the boy with glasses in the back,
the kids who can't speak for themselves.

Despite our differences,
we are all the same.
A tragedy ties us together,
a little red string tied to our fingers.

Can you hold us,
take us in,
and take us for all we're worth?

Or will you throw us to the wind,
give into your greed,
and ignore yourself that lives in our eyes?

That string is wrapped around you too.