Labeled

So the story goes, all of which one does not know, a label is revised and attached.

I have been labeled ignorant, for my honesty and pure of heart.

I have seen the greatest minds of this generation destroyed.

I send my apologies for not following in your swaying, betraying footsteps.

I have been labeled selfish, for taking a step back and attempting to care for myself for the first time in my existence.

I have seen death by self, consisted of humanities strain.

I give my sympathy for being in tune with myself.

From the world around me, I have been labeled in due to my clothing.

I have been labeled in due to my views.

I have been labeled in due to my interests.

I have been labeled in due to my beliefs.

Unfortunate truth,

This world is a dying race.

Extinct from sincerity, lacking all depth.

I label you NOT.

But rather analyze your reasoning.

My heart bleeds for you, screams for you, yearns for you.

A dying race, this human face.

You're lost beyond comprehension.

Yet I still label you not.

Live your defined, proven hypocrisy and lead your cowardarous, unconfronting life.

Those who know no greater a thing run on empty lives.

I see me no better, and I see you no worse.

I make my mistakes and even more so, often need breaks from the scarce, immoral surroundings.

I'm in way over my head.

I toss, I turn, walking every so bravely.

You label me, I do not label you.

You are desperate, yet in denial of a search.

As though a frayed wire, not knowing the danger you hold within.

Not knowing the danger that lies ahead.

Revise and attach what you will.

I know who i am.

I move on, you stand still.