Tuesday 24 January 2012

Girl in the Crowd

I see judgement on their faces,
An eyebrow slowly raises
When they catch sight of her attire,
As the escalator takes us higher
Their mouths form tiny o’s.
I’m sure a part of her must know
That she provokes such a reaction,
But she’s lost in interaction
With her controversial man,
Wearing guyliner and tan
Skinny jeans with ripped converse,
And yet still they see her first,
Her features marred by bits of metal,
Like a pin poked through a petal
From the daintiest of roses.
They all turn up their noses
For she’s not the same as them
And it’s so easy to condemn
Someone for individuality,
When you’re wrapped up in banality
And you’ve a mediocre life,
Never known a day of strife
Because your just part of the crowd,
Where different people aren’t allowed.
But what you don’t know is this,
That girl lives in a life of bliss
Because she’s free to be herself,
And that’s worth so much more than wealth
Or the comfort of being accepted,
So she’ll continue being rejected
Knowing she’s better than all of you,
‘Coz to herself she still stays true
And accepts you’re not the same
She’s the art, you’re just the frame.