My suffering is no longer a label

This might sounds similar to a poem/rant i have on here called "labels suck.." Thats because i took some things from that and added it to this poem. Its a protest poem.. well i tried to make it a protest poem, for a workshop im holding this saturday.

 

 

We live in a world that constantly revolves around labels.

Everything you do is labeled as something.

Emo,

Gay,

Lesbian,

Bisexual,

Pansexual,

Prep,

Hipster,

Poser,

Freak.

I've always wanted to live in a world where people can just be themselves and not worry about being labeled or judged.

What’s the point of a label?

Why should a certain label determine who you are?

We all have the right to be whatever we want.

To be as free as we intend to be.

Why live to try and fit into some category?

Why do I have to look in the mirror and feel repulsed?

All because im not as skinny as society wants me to be.

Why do I have to slit my writs, pop pills, and cry at night?

All because society says I’m a freak.

What’s the point of it all?

Cause I don’t see it.

Unless these scars I wear on my wrists,

Is the point of society and its rules?

Society sucks.

It limits us and controls the way we think and act.

It forces us into categories and labels and half of us don’t even realize that.

That’s why alot of people are so close-minded.

They live for society and its rules.

They don’t give difference a chance.

I’m not gonna stand here and blame society only.

We are to blame as well.

Because we don’t bother to put in the effort.

We'd rather just go with it, instead of standing up and changing it.

We complain so much about the world we live in, but most of us don’t bother to put words into action.

We need to be the change this world needs.

How many times have you complained and not done anything?

 How many times have you dreamed and hoped, but gave up because society said you're not good enough.  

So what if you end up failing at something?

 How the hell else do we learn?

We learn from our mistakes and experiences.

I’ve failed,

I’ve suffered.

I’ve cried.

I’ve carried the burden of this world on my shoulder and guess what?

I’m still here,

And I want change.