We Strive To Glide To Places Out Of Reach
But That Expectation Is Not Fair
We Throw The Pebbles At The Clowns
The Ones Who've Only Shared Their Pains
They Are Now Deemed Outcasts
But What Is It They've Done Wrong
They Did Nothing More Than Remove The Mask
The One That Hid Them
The One That Shunned The Mediators, The Inspectors,
The Crafters, The Protectors, The Artists, The Advocates,
The Architects, The Thinkers, The Persuaders, The Directors,
The Performers, The Caregivers, The Champions, The Givers,
The Debaters, The Commanders,
These People Who Make Up Our Life
Have Been Mistreated, And Abandoned
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My poems, And Random Stuff
RandomI am a soldier. I am the one that is always on the battlefield. With scratch marks, and bruises. I try to carry on, I try to see the light. I reach for my guns, to try and abolish the enemy. The ones that want me dead. But I can't anymore. I've bee...
