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5 more minipoems...oh well...
1:
when they look at me and see nothing but a mask,
an exterior they've imagined, dreaming that i'll be like that,
ignoring the way i shrink and disappear.
their thoughts crowd my very being,
the way they all expect something great,
something wonderful that i just can't seem to provide.
can they look with their minds and not with the greed they've been born with?
my life is not my own, only a mirror image of what they want,
what they've pushed me to do forever.
i have no choice, no free will,
no way to express myself for my sake,
only the path laid down before me.
2:
the pain only reminds me of reality
the truth i cannot bear to face,
the lies that need uncovering.
the cries for help go unanswered,
ignored in a world focused on hate,
a world where emotion is useless.
the fake, the false, all bear witness,
to the scattered screams for help,
that lie dormant in the placid expressions.
no sound escapes, no shriek of agony,
to remind the ignorant of life,
to bring forth truth in a world of lies.
3:
fear weighs heavily on my shoulders,
the staggering burden of a lost life,
a trail avoided and forgotten,
ignored in a blaze of innocence.
a dark road, long and winding,
with no end in sight, the sidewalks cracked and in disrepair,
alongside the sun, the airy comfort of familiarity,
the willful ignorance to life.
walking slowly down the shadow,
exploring the might have been,
the future turned down and trampled,
the finish light and happy.
returning to my choice, the known,
ignoring the signs of future chaos,
the pain obviously in the future,
the end broken and in shambles.
4:
a line drawn in the sand,
separating right and wrong,
scuffed by a stray shoe,
never to be defined.
a yes or no question,
asked repeatedly with the same answer,
unknowingly changing to life itself,
an analogy to reality.
no correct reply, no sure thing,
as easy to count the stars,
a way of life ruined and corrupt,
never to be the same.
a gray area, a scuffed line,
forgotten in the haste to grow up,
a way to see the world again,
but never realized until too late.
5:
the need to hate, to despise,
deep within human nature,
concealed within layers of niceties,
chipping away at self-control.
loathing and self-denial rising,
to bubble in pools of weakness,
laughed off as nerves and fear,
struggling to break free from self.
the desire to succeed, to rise to the top,
to overtake all others and feel superior,
the wanting and craving for power,
disguised and pushed away.
an unwillingness to accept the truth,
a fake shell of caring,
wrapped around truth, around reality,
cut open to reveal life.
1:
when they look at me and see nothing but a mask,
an exterior they've imagined, dreaming that i'll be like that,
ignoring the way i shrink and disappear.
their thoughts crowd my very being,
the way they all expect something great,
something wonderful that i just can't seem to provide.
can they look with their minds and not with the greed they've been born with?
my life is not my own, only a mirror image of what they want,
what they've pushed me to do forever.
i have no choice, no free will,
no way to express myself for my sake,
only the path laid down before me.
2:
the pain only reminds me of reality
the truth i cannot bear to face,
the lies that need uncovering.
the cries for help go unanswered,
ignored in a world focused on hate,
a world where emotion is useless.
the fake, the false, all bear witness,
to the scattered screams for help,
that lie dormant in the placid expressions.
no sound escapes, no shriek of agony,
to remind the ignorant of life,
to bring forth truth in a world of lies.
3:
fear weighs heavily on my shoulders,
the staggering burden of a lost life,
a trail avoided and forgotten,
ignored in a blaze of innocence.
a dark road, long and winding,
with no end in sight, the sidewalks cracked and in disrepair,
alongside the sun, the airy comfort of familiarity,
the willful ignorance to life.
walking slowly down the shadow,
exploring the might have been,
the future turned down and trampled,
the finish light and happy.
returning to my choice, the known,
ignoring the signs of future chaos,
the pain obviously in the future,
the end broken and in shambles.
4:
a line drawn in the sand,
separating right and wrong,
scuffed by a stray shoe,
never to be defined.
a yes or no question,
asked repeatedly with the same answer,
unknowingly changing to life itself,
an analogy to reality.
no correct reply, no sure thing,
as easy to count the stars,
a way of life ruined and corrupt,
never to be the same.
a gray area, a scuffed line,
forgotten in the haste to grow up,
a way to see the world again,
but never realized until too late.
5:
the need to hate, to despise,
deep within human nature,
concealed within layers of niceties,
chipping away at self-control.
loathing and self-denial rising,
to bubble in pools of weakness,
laughed off as nerves and fear,
struggling to break free from self.
the desire to succeed, to rise to the top,
to overtake all others and feel superior,
the wanting and craving for power,
disguised and pushed away.
an unwillingness to accept the truth,
a fake shell of caring,
wrapped around truth, around reality,
cut open to reveal life.