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

























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