A Sea Shore Still Has Pebbles

Anything less

They've made it so.
It was them.
It was they who made this world full of red
Ash, smoke
And a pile of dead.

It was they who said I needed to be more.
It was they who said do it with less.
That the only way to prove your worth
Is find a way to get out of this mess.

So here I stand.
Knees beginning to buckle.
Eyes fighting to stay awake
And as blood drips off my knuckles,
A tear that I couldn't fake.

You made it so that the only way to survive
Was to be the best
Do the most
Kill the rest.

And out of all things I'm frustrated with
I'm most with myself
Because instead of fighting this,
I play the hand that I'm dealt.