branded_through_humanity aM i DiStUrBeD? Giving me a label, Stick it to society. Naught but a document, Stamped with propriety. With expectant eyes, look into my face. Seeing all that want without rejection, You. Wanting more than just my time, The presence of life, your protection. Passing me your soul in the leaflet, Hopeful eyes seeking solace for what you hold. Take my mind, feeble in your outstretched hands, Yours to occupy to your own mould. Pass me your thoughts, Shivering down this feeble thread. Only my instant holding us together, Eager to appear everything you said. Giving me a label, Stick it to society. Naught but a document, Stamped with propriety. Standing there, body open toward my world. Hoping to sneak through the back door. Infiltrating my mail, Nothing is over in your sight, wanting more. Sweet little smile masks all, Your nationality, your religion. Coveting me through naught of your own, The messenger boy, carrier pigeon. Expectant eyes dying in my presence, The thread broken, return my mind. Snatch your message away, return thwarted. The knowledge of my label, yours to find. Giving me a label, Stick it to society. Naught but a document, Stamped with propriety. 040924 what's it to you? who go blather from