My thoughts are just sounds that pass my lips,
No one seems to hear nor comprehend,
They don't even bat an eye.
The vast loneliness that is my world,
Seems to be what the ones in charge would require,
They want me to suffer; they don't want me to smile.
I scream,
And I cry,
And I thrash around in my chains.
Its not even subtle,
Its so obvious,
They just don't listen,
They hear me,
Oh they do hear me,
They just don't listen to me.
My pleas for help,
They are overshadowed,
By those who lie; to get the upper hand.
They cut,
They manipulate,
They cry false tears.
They are the important ones,
As I am merely just a shadow,
I may as well already be dead to them.
They fill up all the space here,
The space meant for those actually in need,
They just take it.
I just can't take it,
When I am so lonely,
But the master manipulators get the help I need.
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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...
