The world won't give up
Lift you up
Breaking you down
Snapping you like a metal chain
Knees being rubbed from our begging
Protests and fights break out like a face on a sweaty summer day
Working hard of our days work
All we get is a slap on the back
Crying to ourselves in emotion
No one gets it
We don't get it
Does God even get it?
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My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
