Cold, unfeeling.
We smile and laugh,
No society shining true.
A dark cloud
To possess our light.
No joy to sing for,
No truth to search for.
We, who are pawns,
Believe what we are told.
Never once fighting for what we believe in.
Held back by chains of our own creation.
We!, who struggle to find our true identity,
Lock it away without thought.
Believing in society's rules,
When we should believe in our selves!!!!!
Written: 31/05/2016
YOU ARE READING
Book of poetry
PoetryMost of these I've written over the years.... A bit of a warning it maybe cringe worthy or incredibly dark poetry........
