Seems like no one is truly happy anymore
Caught up with media
And things they can't afford
Looking for a way out
But only being met with closed doors
Killers and backstabbers
So even I'm holding a sword...
Nothing makes sense to me
Victims of mistaken identities
Severe pain that never is relieved
Teenage mothers abandoned in the streets
I can feel my oncoming defeat
She tells me she never truly loved me
My mother is ashamed that she never hugged me
Sometimes it all feels like a dream
My body is numb without the need of morphine
I hate going to sleep
And I'm even more terrified of being awake
Usually I'm in a corner as I quiver and shake
My eyes darting at the sound of my name
Thunder strikes while the Earth shakes
I have any flaws beyond what you see
But my biggest downfall is not being happy
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Forest (Wattys2016)
PoetryMy life is like walking on tightropes Over sweltering volcanoes With no safety nets...