I am a sponge.
Absorbing everything,
filled to capacity.
But I am shrinking,
ingesting the poisons
of a toxic society.
I am a mirror.
Reflecting an image
of the world you want to see.
But I am broken,
and all that's left
are fragments of a tragedy.
I am a balloon.
Inflated with the hope
of those who believe.
But I am leaking,
there's a gap in logic
and dreams are depleting.
I am a door.
Open to the change
occurring; inevitably.
but I am closing,
following the minds
of those who were meant to lead.
I am a bridge.
forever linking enemies
and bringing a peace.
but I am crumbling,
into the ever-growing void
between honor and sanity.
I am a cup.
full to the brim
with expectant promises.
but I am overflowing,
each empty promise left unfulfilled
and trust a mere fantasy.
I am a generation.
handed the future
for all posterity.
but I am underachieving,
disillusioned by a world
in desperate need of saving.
I am we.
