Them

They parade around
As if they don’t care
They look at us
With pity

They dress up
Like Barbie dolls
And wear their
Hearts on their sleeves

They think of themselves
As high and mighty
Although I’m not so sure about that
I think we might be mightier

The brains of the bunch
The mind power
Of Hundreds
Of them

Uniqueness isn’t an option
And I think they should be
Looked at with pity
For that

No one values
Something more
Than if they
Don’t have it

I value
Nothing of their snooty
Faces and their
Matching outfits

I think that
They are on board a
Train headed
Nowhere

They will have to fight
From now on to survive through
Their wreck of a life
They have made for themselves

I do not think
We should be looked down upon with pity
I think they are the ones who deserve
That kind of gaze