The Realization of Reality

You look at each scar

Eyes sullen

Heart heavy

You realize, day in and out

Just what you've become

A drone and nothing more.

A conformist no matter what

You do or say

Or push away


Where originality has

Decayed, a word, a concept

Glorified but oft

As hollow an abstraction

As your soul has become.

You look at these scars

Horrid yet captivating

And wonder...

Whether they were worth

The trouble they so

Agonizingly cost.

Its in that moment

You realize

You fall

You look around you

And an answer naught will come

The End

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