Sold to the highest bidder,
our rights and our freedom,
it seems terrible until we consider,
we sell ourselves for some
things we don't really want and are so bitter.
Why do we relish in the poison,
that burns in our veins,
why do we enjoy an
experience that only pains
and hurts us with fire and the pan.
Buying lies,
selling our souls,
living under painted skies,
with large holes,
in our hearts and blindfolds on our eyes.
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A Gaze Through My Reality-scope
PoetryA collection of 100 of my poetry works which are available on other sites, with a few exclusives.
