Forever labled as strong
In a society that praises the
Lazier side of life
Beat all and everyone but every
Competition is rigged
Everyone playing isn't trying
The winner tries
With no talent
With no work
With all the gain
Sitting all day on glass squares that
Work more then todays beating hearts.
Mixs a button with intentions
And loyalty with a virtual heart
This isnt the race of the strongest
But a contest of the weak
Applied
And realized a little to late
After a loss of potential
And computer screen face
That no one wins this fucking weak excuse of a race.
Inspiration: Self hate and society
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One Chance Encounters With Some Words
PoesíaPoems. About life. About chance. About pain. About me. And about every word in between *Completed* P.s These poems are of me as an angsty middle schooler. I do hope you enjoy them, but I also apologize about the mild cringe that could occur. P.p.s...
