Not Broken
Prisms of bad life cut me
I bleed invisible vapours all over this room
But you would never know
I’m not in the habit of pouring at my heart
Not even to this page
This digital platform where I suggest some grief
I could complain about some kind of rough start
But someone’s always had it worse
For some, life is that curse
That constant feeling of dread
That perpetual war inside your head
I walk past broken souls everyday
The happy faces have it worse they say
They?
Who seem to know about the fabric of this life
Who seem to know where it’s worn
Where it’s torn and frayed, beaten down and forlorn
Did they tussle with death over blood at dawn?
No? But we fade anyway
Integrity diluted by the confusion of modern living
No one wants to hear the darkened thoughts
Why religion is a hoax, a sham
A system of control outdated on this land
Why the government is a company of greed
Short-lived politicians amass wealth and leave
They deceive…
Why the good wholesome living guy is really just a broken man
Like the rest of us
Dust…
In a hurricane
The world wants you to keep light
Be happy, laugh when it’s polite
And they despise it when you say fuck you
Fuck your rules
Fuck your manners
Fuck your system
They hate that…
They hate that you can’t be fixed
Because you know that you're not broken
Revolt
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