i didn't think we were so marvelous
think we were so cool
how hard could it be?
just staying in school?
that's what they all think of us
the beaten and the broken
because they are not one of us
we didn't wanna be chosen
every single day's a fight
a fight with our own minds
a fight to keep on moving
even when there is no light
we hide behind the smiles,
the laughter and the jokes
but when we're lying on the tiles
they treat us like the joke
we're the broken generation
and we ain't gonna be fixed
'til we're finally heard
so far the signals have been mixed
- a.
8 / 2020
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shoebox | a poetry collection
Poetry" 𝑖'𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒙 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝒃𝒆𝒅. . . " - a collection of poems written by yours truly - " . . . 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 . "
