Set in Stone
One man show
With her head down low
Given the title of
'Quiet One'
And before her pretty little eyes
It was set in stone
Like her wretched drunken tattoo
So she blinked her eyes
Big surprise
She saw it all around her too
'Preppy slut'
'Stupid jock'
'Awkward nerd'
Had all been marked behind a mask
Her eyes became wide
As the sun began to set
Masks began to peel away
The labels; plastered down on skin
Shivered as they were left alone
Corners peeled back
Revealing just that
There was more that two words
Defining such souls
And as the sun rose
She watched from afar
The sad tale marched on
Her mask in it's place
Words behind bars
A role to fulfill
With her head down low
Given the title of
'Quiet One'
And before her pretty little eyes
It was set in stone
Like her wretched drunken tattoo
So she blinked her eyes
Big surprise
She saw it all around her too
'Preppy slut'
'Stupid jock'
'Awkward nerd'
Had all been marked behind a mask
Her eyes became wide
As the sun began to set
Masks began to peel away
The labels; plastered down on skin
Shivered as they were left alone
Corners peeled back
Revealing just that
There was more that two words
Defining such souls
And as the sun rose
She watched from afar
The sad tale marched on
Her mask in it's place
Words behind bars
A role to fulfill
♠ ♠ ♠
Little poem I wrote. I've been taking the time to really look around lately at the rest of the world. I used to just sit around and feel sorry for myself, but I've been observing what's going on around me lately in depth. Kids at school gave me the title of 'Quiet One.' I know, it could be worse. But it got me thinking, why does everyone have to label everything the moment they set there eyes on it? And as I looked, I saw that everyone was being labeled. The people constantly labeling were also being labeled. It seemed like a constant cycle. So I followed my habits and wrote this poem.~Amber Extermination <3