Why should I care if I'm dead on the inside,
Since people only care for the me on the outside,
As I'm stuck in this current and forced through the ride,
Ill abandon my hope and conceal my pride,
Cause we’re nothing but game pieces to be thrown to the side,
And now it’s become hard to hide from society,
Since I can’t tell people to fuck off politely,
And every new day the risks increase ever slightly,
And everything I say that doesn’t sound kindly,
Will only get me through, just a little more blindly.
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Random Poetry
PoetryA small collection of poems I was required to do for assignments and what not. Now also including a few other poems I wrote out of boredom. Cover artwork: Typewriter - by drivesmeinsane http://www.deviantart.com/art/Typewriter-71733985
