What does it take,
To run away from this battlefield?
To escape.
Knowing that Death is near?
I can fight,
But in the end I'll always lose.
The Devils and Angels,
Of my own soul.
Who am I to trust?
War rages on.
I can do nothing.
Hiding within the folds of my song.
No one else knows,
How it is to flinch,
At every sound made.
To want to run away,
But unable to leave the cages, the bars,
Of your own home.
Feelings that should be locked away,
Turn and twist inside me.
You ask me if I'm alright,
I lie to your face.
I don't know if you can see past my words.
But even if you do,
I know you won't care.
Because life is not a gift.
It is a race,
A game.
Only winners survive.
Reality is reckless.
Words that pour out like poison.
Stop tainting me with your lies.
In the end,
I will always lose.
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Sorry 'bout this poem. I know literally nothing here makes sense, but it just poured out of me and I kinda felt like I needed to write it down. Sorry, again.
YOU ARE READING
I Am
PoetryIt's hard to live in a fake world. But it's destiny to survive. No matter what, you will always prevail. These things are just random thoughts 'bout, how I feel sometimes! : D
