Somewhere, Long Ago

somewhere, long ago, someone told me i wasn't good enough

yet i was different from the rest.

somewhere, long ago, i joined the self-depreciation bandwagon

and it seemed to stick.

somewhere, long ago, i believed if i wasn't like they wanted me to me

i was nobody.

everyone wants to be so differnet and unique that they have sold out

on lack of creativity.

i went to college with the best of the posers

they believed that knowing more words than everyone else somehow made them superior.

i think they just didn't want to admitt that they were searching too.

searching for a reason.

so they hid behind philosophy and mocked those who clung to God

they said it made you weak.

they drank their blackened coffee and spoke of politics and injustices.

looking beyond their prejudices, they unjustly

mistook lack of experience as shallow.

raging their wars against the superficial they lost so many casualties.

all they wanted were people to mold anyhow.