You've heard that other people can be cruel.
And that, of course, is true.
People use you like a tool,
And they wonder why you're black and blue?
Maybe this entire world is to blame,
We fear the ones who go unnamed.
Society sees itself as one big game,
A corrupt picture within a broken frame.
You know this world is cruel,
When you feel self conscious about your smile.
You know this world is cruel,
When you're not aware of your worth-whiles.
Maybe it's the images the world planted in our minds,
Maybe it's because we have so much to hide.
Could we possibly cause time to rewind,
So we no longer feel empty inside?
Even the smallest hint of hope can render you,
Those dark desires hidden within.
We know it all too true,
This corrupt society will be our end.
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PoetryThe fire came into her soul a blessing, and left as a curse. //Poetry// and probably some writing in between// No. 1
