What remains

I'm fed up:
Numberless notions of perfect and right,
explosive shells that enter your brain
and bild up palaces high
palaces full of lies, that maim
your soul
and mess up your mind.
Conformity, standards, average pain!
Blame you, society
XXI Century,
people all!
You, who preach flawless rules while you carve holes in the hearts!
Cause different and strange
are not cute words, are not nice ways,
are not a tolerable exception!
They are enraged beings of light
in a pool of darkness
full of trouble and lost in their fight against everything!
Cause everything they see and hear
makes them a bit more wrong
a bit more shame adds to the weight
of their cloak, heavy on their shoulders.
And when a crack breaks and light comes
a gentle light, a love unexpected as much as craved,
when love comes
it faces the waste you've all done!
And if it finds a way,
it's only by shredding your lies and mending what remains.