Saturday, May 7, 2011

WE

We are the broken people
The forgotten, unloved ones
Living or just going through each day
Surviving every Monday

We are the liars and cheaters
The fat, the ugly ones
Hiding behind the masks we've created
Armor of words shielding egos we've inflated

We are the haters and trolls
The angry, the addicted ones
We never sleep, always online
Convinced as fuck, everything is fine

We are the curious non believers 
Screaming questions into the void
We have no faith, we can't trust
Our attention you better avoid

We are the lost and shameless
Blinded by ignorance and empathy
We are among you, glued to screens
Slaves to dopamine and our dying dreams

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i miss writing poems. 

3 comments:

  1. Love it.
    Even though it has a darkness and I find it tickling the personal traits.
    For some reason, though, it fills me with hope.
    Rock on!

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