So tell me dear man while I’m here in my bed,
Does it make you feel better when I’m filled with such dread?
Do you feel so superior,
When you show aggressive exterior?
When I crawl into the protection of shadows,
And just cry silently making sure nobody knows.
Well listen here dog,
I’m done with your façade,
It’s about time everyone discovered,
All the lies you shamelessly covered.
I’m here to speak up,
Empty out that half empty cup,
And help others rise from the muck,
Show our torturers they’ve run out of luck!
It’s time to take our stand,
We will take out happiness by hand!
We are not misspoken,
For we are the broken.
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Poems For The Broken
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