The personification of confusion
The pain remains
It never seems to end
One fresh wound destined
To be a scar after one mends
And it's easier to pretend
That we are not to blame
But majority of the time someone
else is the minority for blame
As we live outside our means
And compete with the ones
That we think make us feel
Insecure when they would have none
Of that power if not from
You giving it away
But we are not conscious enough
Cause we live in the days
Of distraction, where passion
Gets confused with obsession
Gets confused with infatuation
Confusing self pity with the lesson
Confuse money wit progression
Confuse control with possession
We even confuse guilt and apologies
with being a confession
But denials a lot less stressin
Then confrontation with truth
Our workplaces are still like high
School then we wonder why the youth
Have bully issues and the proof
Is within your circle or group
Were clueless like supermodels who
didnt know you can involuntarily pule
Until she got the flu, we grew
So far apart from ourselves
Idolizing falsely and measuring
Our success by our wealth
Defining who we are ourself
Is just too hard when all we see
In the mirror is not the perfect
bodies in magazines and TV
Where perfections perceptions
Blinded so most tv is like fox
Misguiding bias propaganda
Hidden agendas subliminally dropped
But we just can't turn it off
But think they're to blame they're not
Cause our new novelty tv is now
3d, and does what we have not
Which is thinking outside the box
But we're so busy with our life
That highways, microwaves, and
Cell phones make impulse a right
Now we're all 3 years old
"Give me" "mine""I don't know how"
My illegal download4movies&mp3s
arnt done yet?"But I want it now!"
It's disgusting its disrupting
Our path on evolution corrupting
All the advancement we were
constructing as wars start erupting
Leaving sacred practically nothing
Even religion has been lost
It inadvertently promotes the
Segregation the congregation sought
To resolve and have dissolve
But the world revolves instead
In a shared space part of the galaxy
Not around us like in our heads
Cause the narcissism fed
By how many women get in your bed
Or how u look during unprotected
Sex instead of thinking its best
To use a condon but beyond them
Beyond you beyond me
Cause were so lost in our addictions
That we're too busy it's bleak
Fashion, vanity, possessions
Land and money
We rather give up white dove
true love than for another less ugly
But ugly is how lovely
The things are we let get away
Precious time with our blood, or
Reflecting on what really aches
Inside, and what our dreams are
Who we are and if we're doing
What our hearts desire or are we
Hypnotized by Vegas lights looming
But subtraction of
The distraction of attraction within
Would we see more clear cause I
Really fear depression will begin
To be a normality as our morality
Is no longer guided by mortality
At leadt the fear of god use
to save ppl now its a Formality
And I needed to get this oudda me
But yet I know it won't help
Cause you'll read this and assume
It's meant for somebody else
But I'm just glad to get it out
Even though it won't help
Cause you'll read this and assume
It's meant for somebody else
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WizardLizardGizzard1998
8 years ago
This poem has touched me in a way that nothing else will ever be able to. The passion and vigor that this masterpiece brings to the table shucks away all fear and doubt of ever completing any form or fashion of a desireable work force to harm a specific and more liable form of a reoccurrence of a certain and total incumbancy of a literal event.