Beginning To End

Why is it that everyday, to most, there's a new surprise?
Why can't I have that? Do I not open my eyes?

Everday, it's the same old thing.
I feel like I hold myself up by a string.

Words are powerful for expression
But what about for impressions?

Does anyone understand
that they always have the upper-hand?

Against someone else. Who sits in the dark
Just waiting for life to spark

If this is the beginning,then when will it end?
Has it just become the newest trend?

To walk all over the one
who has nowhere to run?

No one to talk to, nowhere to hide
Nowhere to go but the other side

I don't know how to go without thinking about this because I can't ,myself,relieve
Sometimes I find it hard to believe

because everyone has a choice
but sometimes we can't find our voice

If everyone could look at someone, and see
the true person that they want to be

that all of us are different but are also the same
then no one would find fault or blame

Where do you fit in the classification?
Has anyone ever offered you a demonstration?

If not, then maybe you should ask.
Show yourself to that person not just a mask.
That should be your first task.