We Are Lilies In Dust...

I remember a time when I didn't care;

Nails were broken, tangles in hair.

Running, jumping, having fun,

Playing all day in the warm summers' sun.

Now My life has turned around.

I have to bow; can't stand my ground.

All around me people are changing,

Forever growing, forever aging.

Forgetting the values they one held near.

They turn on each other, I shed a tear

For every soul, lost and forgotten,

Slowly decaying and turning rotten.

The urge for acceptance, they do what they must.

Forgetting who they are, thier lilies in dust...

Incase you didn't 'get' the poem, lilies in dust represent all of the people in this world who conform to fit other peoples standards. They do whatever they can to be accepted by 'the group'.

We are all lilies in dust; even if we don't try. Even I, the anti-conforming, straight-edge girl, can find myself buying the latest trends or feeling self-concious or getting nervous around the 'popular' chicks. And yes, even the punk, goth and emo kids you see roming the streets, claiming that they will never go main-stream, are lilies in dust. They will not accept anything that the majority likes and hates anyone who maybe the slightest bit 'preppy'.

But, it doesn't have to be this way. I, personally, try not to look at images. I really could care less if a band is a 'sell-out'; if thier music and message is good, I'll listen. I don't judge people by thier social status or thier pop-culture knowledge, nor do I try to impress people with long, blonde hair, tanned skin and a crap-load of make-up. I am myself, and I find that I am choking on all of the souls who have changed who they are and are slowly fading away. We need to make a stand, we need to change things, we need to remember what it was like when popularity didn't matter, we need to blossom and grow the way we were ment to...

Oh Death come quick.
I don't want to live on.
My life has no meaning,
I'm already half gone...