Reality Check

I'm no better than anyone else.

We are all the same.

In 1984, we'd find that this is the lower classes chant and phrase.

Regina tells us, "People are just people"

And they are just like you,

And we all are just people,

No better, no worse,

Yet we rank and judge and curse,

Our neighbors flesh,

The riotous breed

To conquer, we must conquer something,

To be someone,

To merely be.

But we conquer everything else,

Because the hardest task is ourselves,

To conquer and to know our hearts

That we've ripped out

Dust collected on the shelves.

You are not better than me,

But I need to remind myself,

I'm not better than you.

We always find a reason,

To claim kingship of what everyone else can do,

And to make ourselves better in some way,

We play these games.

But reality, stop nagging me,

Check to see if we're still flesh,

Still blood, still bone,

Still beating, still warm,

Still thinking, still breathing,

Still dreaming,

Always dreaming, crafting,

Being selfish, giving,

We are still people,

In need of love...

An abused word, as we are abused.