One more bipolar and confusing poem that will be analyzed over the ages as either a masterpiece that delves into the most abstract concepts... or probably just a piece of trash a high schooler wrote. Read on folks ;P
To Live?
Don’t drop your guard
Not for a second, I mean it
I swear, without a doubt…
You will fall in love
You will find happiness
And… you will learn to hate
See that wall?
The one that’s been standing tall since the day you were born
The one that all have learned to scorn
But none of whom have torn
That wall keeps you safe
You may never see the sky
But it’s better than learning what it means to die
A cage doesn’t hold you in
It holds everything else out
Out on the battlefield,
It’s your shield…
Without it, you will surely be pierced
By arrows of heartbreaks
A lance of heartaches
Cleaved by the sword of mistakes
Remember, in here you are covered
Concealed and undiscovered
It came with a price,
But your life is more than nice
You see some others go out and come back changed
Watch how deranged
How estranged they become
They don’t even know what it means to be safe anymore
Out there is a war
And neither side is winning
...But let me tell you something
It’s a secret... about out there
You won’t hear this anywhere
I swear, tell no one
They’d burn you at the stake
There will be no break
No chances to take
For fear that you will upset their perfect society
Of iniquity
Of brutality
Of false reality
How dare you open their eyes
How dare you realize
That this isn’t living
That a cage blinds just as much as it binds
Listen to this thought
Drink it like the finest of wines
For you will never drink from choice again
You can live with the pain
And watch it stain
You will be marked like a blank canvas
They will not stand this
You will be an outsider
Societal divider
Disruptor and denier
Traitor and vindicator
You will be enemy of the state
They will want your head on a plate
Not for your crimes
But for all the times
That they told you couldn’t
That you shouldn’t
And then you went and did it
You proved them wrong
Proved you’re strong
You’re everything they said you wouldn’t be
Happier than they’ll ever be
Not the expected casualty
But something else entirely
A survivor
There’s a distinction
Between existing
And living
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