In the center
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In the center,
There is me.
I say,
Time and time again,
That I am selflessly free
Of selfish tendencies,
But that's a lie.
No matter what I have said,
What I have denied,
I am and will always be,
A part of the center.
I squirm and slide,
Silently, in to that addicting place.
Amidst all of this,
There is a war.
A war so silent,
That it lacks grace.
This war is within our minds,
All of them broken to fit today's society.
Insults and attacks,
Barrages and battles.
All are done without remorse.
Bystanders follow,
Like helpless cattle.
Sheep, is all we are.
Cheap, is how we are.
Shots embedded and left to fester,
People killed without much care.
Sure we care when our words hurt,
Sure we care how they're said,
But what they do,
And how they sit,
We don't care.
We all just want to fit.
Fit our gender roles,
Fit our sense.
All we do,
And all we've done,
Is just for you.
You, our outstanding and longstanding expectations.
You, our mothers and fathers.
You, the reality of which we've created.
You, my dear,
Are all of with which we bother.
Twenty-four hours,
Seven days and seven nights,
Fifty-two weeks,
Twelve months,
One year,
Many years.
This is how we live,
Fighting to be the ones,
Fighting with each other.
No one comes out the winner,
Despite this, we fight.
Even me,
Even you.
Everyone is fighting,
Helplessly crying for this to stop.
The people who sit and the people who stop,
Are lost and forgotten.
Gandhi was remembered,
But like Muhammad and Churchill,
Mozart and da Vinci,
F.D.R and J.F.K,
he was remembered but forgotten.
Revered and acknowledged,
But never truly understanding
What they were demanding.
Marching towards a new revolution,
A new and exciting fight that, in ways,
Will repeat and cause devastation.
Lying and cheating,
Cursing and breathing,
Our hearts are set towards a world of extinction.
