Written 6/24/21 at 2:47am
["When life or death is on the brink,
we have no choice but to sit back and think, reflecting on each and every single action." -LaLa Leo]
I really don't know why I just can't conform…
Reduce myself by toxic dilution and
Reform to the most drab and defective social norms.
I am utterly torn
Between who I know I should be,
Who I know I could be
And the restricting expectations of
What others want or maybe even
Need me to be.
I directly question all three.
Inherently,
None of those fictitious versions
Are truly me.
It's all a conspiracy fantasy.
A desperate falsity of educated belief.
We all seek in hopes of answers,
Unreal, definitely not ideal and
Outside of tangible reality.
It's like an aggressive cancer [of sorts].
Sadly, I sit and ponder madly.
Why does everyone suffer,
Including me?
Why can't we all be free
Just to ultimately be!
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Survivor's Remorse
PoetrySurvivor's Remorse is a personal collection of poetry, songs, lyrics, prose, and more that ranges from the early 2000s through 2023 when I finally decided to start a new poetry book! Thank you immensely to anyone who has taken time to read this book...
