Underdogs

Broken Path

Our past, a picture painted a dark shade

brushes of bleak hues cover the canvas

they cannot fathom it even if they try to

the path that led us here is so broken

Like potholes of lava it burned our feet

they cannot walk on it even if they try to

so they think they are better because their path is illuminated

and ours is a stranger to the sun and the moon and the stars

and the only friend we have is the reflection in the mirror

We smoke until our lungs burn

and our visuals fade

we are not fazed 

for this is the only time we are truly and wholly okay

begone are the the memories we acquired from the dark path

and the pain that came along with the journey

and the hopelessness of what is to come

we curve smiles on masks and put them on our face

so we don't scare those having a good day 

those that have learnt of darkness through the ears and not the eyes

 unlike us

We are stuck between shitty walls

with no lights

and dirty floors

water bill is high

electricity bill is high

we survive on candy bars 

and cheap booze

and LSD to alter our perception of reality

because fuck reality