The Collective
No one really knows
The torment one under goes
At the hands of the collective.
Can you really tell
whether heaven or hell
in what place they keep you?
I sometimes try
To imagine the light inside
but they keep coming to put it out.
Keep moving on,
I guess I've got to be strong,
will it matter if they beat you.
I am striving, more then surviving
I just want to live beyond all of them.
This poem is about:
Our world