11 X TEN
He’s lazy and terrible, or at least that's what’s said
About him in his mind's eye by monsters masquerading
As people. They try to break his spirit,
They say he doesn’t work at all,
But he works way too hard,
yet not enough. He shatters
His soul for work.
However he is
Told that
He…
He…
Over reacts,
And over thinks,
And over the top,
And he’s just over it.
He keeps over extending himself and
Although his life was almost over. Where
Others would have given up at game over
he keeps going, he knows it isn’t truly over
So, he fights over every scrap he believes he deserves.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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