We live in a world of taped up faces
Imaginary hopes and forgotten places
A place where who you are is a crime
A place that exists outside of time
The world is turning in the wrong direction
Misplaced trust and fake affection
A place where your body is worth more than your heart
Where we accept cruelty and evil as art
A place we were told to confide
To a mysterious man with a judgmental mind
Where wandering hands are welcomed and loved
Where it will grant you an audience with those up above
Where money is less than a beautiful face
A generation trapped in the wrong time and place
Force-fed your beliefs that in fact are a lie
But no one bothers to bat an eye
Where opportunity is given for holding your breath
And you are only respected until after your death
A place where relationships are just lust
Where love lost its value and trust
A place where men are called weak
Just because they express what they feel
A place where women are treated like a game
Wherever she goes it doesn't feel safe
A world that turns its head to the poor
And wear top trend clothes just to look cool
What we see it's controlled
What we feel is programmed
What we hear is artificial
What we are is damned
We expose our body but conceal what in our head
When it should be the other way instead
We live in a world of taped up faces
Misguided dreams of faraway places
A place where who you are is a crime
And always will be until the end of time
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Behind the smile
PoetryMy pen is my release It's an orgasm to my soul -A collection of poetry and articles about my personal experience with depression.
