["Deux routes s'offraient r moi, et lr j'ai suivi
celle ou on n'allait pas... Et j'ai compris toue
la difference."]
[Robert Frost
(1874-1963)]
Obssessed by what they
see on TV
Drugged up with the fucking
magazines
Idealism of beauty, imposed
perfection
All this shit trusted by a
retarded generation
"Be like that or be
nothing !"
Can you feel the fatal
destiny ?
The shame of being yourself
The fright of being rejected
The dry
taste of exclusion
Its cold breath in your
flesh
Being different is often a
hard price to pay
The despair of staying
unloved forever
Chained by a thick
loneliness
Unkown and nameless creatures
Lost in the dark marches of the nothingness
Despised by the fashion fanatics
You don't exist on that rotten earth
Nobody wnats to know you
Your world is
too ugly
For this lobotomized herd
The stupidity is out of limit
For
whom the eye is the first judge
Of what they
see
For those who don't know how
To
hink by themselves