Hopeless

We were born this way
Riddled with holes
And punctured with spears
Wondering how we will face
The prospect of another coming year
Giving into the lies that have
been drilled, instilled, hammered
into our brains about right and wrong
Criticizing every bird that tries to sing its own song
Or differently
Can we not see that if we don't make a
change then everything will stay the absolute same
The world will keep turning like it does
People will conform to society's ways
Refusing to think outside of the
pretty, perfect, painted picture
of what harmony really is
Of what beauty, love, happiness is supposed to look like
If someone doesn't dare step
Off the path to blaze a
New trail we will forever
remain right where we are
And there will be no place
For us
The ones who live in darkness
because the light refuses to touch us
To grace us with its warmth
We will forever be brought
down shot more times than
we can count
Blood, spirit, heart pouring
from bullet wounds
that are not allowed to
close left to die by the
hands of vanity with nothing but
pretty faces and white teeth staining
Our eyes
We were born this way
Riddled with bullet holes
Before we exited the womb
And if we can't find a way
to patch the open places we
will forever remain
Hopeless