Underestimated, always the last to be picked for the team.
Never seen as anything but ordinary, average in every way.
Dragged down by stereotypes, doubts slowly drowning you.
Either you're in, or you're out, there's no in between the two.
Resistance is a suicide mission, no matter what, you will fail.
Doomed from the start, society kills individuality more each day.
Our ambitions and hopes, crushed like a bug, under a large shoe.
Graves being dug by the dead, creating their own last resting place.
Now, who would ever find the strength to go against this madness?
Only father time can tell the story, for humans can seem to remember.
Listen carefully and closely, and you might find the missing puzzle piece.
Out of everyone, do you know who can fight for what is right and just?
Now, you have to keep it a secret, you don't want the enemy finding you!
Gain the upper hand, play the king, but wear a mask, play the joker, as well.
Ending the game now would be no fun at all, so let us play for just a bit longer.
Remember the rules, play your cards wisely, one little mistake could be the end.
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Daisies & Lightning
PoetrySmall, big, short, long, and strange poems, created and edited by Taelum Elizibeth Starborn.