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Molded Society

Society breaks us all

And there's nothing to prevent the fall

We are all taught to fit to design

And we have to resign

To accept our fates

Fit the mold in order to date

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People hide behind masks

Letting others go on with their tasks

Acting how they are expected

So that they will not be rejected

Behind it all they are different

Wishing they could be belligerent

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We're all sheep in the end

Because we follow the latest trend

Basking in our sameness

Making us all seem brainless

Fear those who are strange

And force them out of range

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Outcasts behave in such a way

That makes the hold on others sway

Question why they continue on a track

That keeps them locked in a pack

Of people that all look the same

And they try to place blame

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Why must we be a certain way

To attain the gaze of our prey

The people whose attention we crave

It makes us our own slave

Chained by our desires

And our wishes to inspire

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Society destroys us

We are all inglorious

For we are not ourselves

But just models of shells

Painted by society's laws

Trapped in its deadly jaws

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We must free ourselves

Break through chains and repel

The nonsense ways of these days

And be our own selves in our own way

Cast down our masks

And finally be able to be on our own track

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When You Left

Shattered thoughts across the floor,

As you hurry out the door

Sadness rushes in,

And my demon's tormenting begins

How does one express such loss

Over the sound of your voice and touch

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It used to be you were a part of me,

Now it seems you decided to leave

Your voice inside my head,

Has suddenly become dead

What once was so loud and clear,

Has left me with no one near

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Silence has taken it's toll,

And I find it hard to uphold

The way that I used to be,

Alarmingly I'm no longer me

But this broken, hollowed out shell,

Of a person in there own personal hell

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Alas I cannot say,

That it was you who ruined my day

You were but an instrument,

To increase my own torment

On myself in body and mind,

And to remind me that nobody is kind

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My thoughts have become a whirlwind,

Of attacking shards that I must fend

For if I let them win,

I will truly succumb to their whim

But I cannot let them take control,

Because it is my body and I have a role

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I am not who I am supposed to be,

But I can say that I'm finding me

In the rubble of the past,

To remake myself into something that lasts

Broken thoughts pieced together,

And finally I am something better

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A Lonely Road

I'm weary from this road I've traveled

Battered by the trials endured

Broken from too many unkind words

Wishing my cries could be heard

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But I took the path that not many do

And there are just too few

For me to be given a hand

To help me get up and stand

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Another cry down this dusty trail

Tells me there's another soul I can hail

We call to each other

One distressed cry for another

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Stumbling around on the treacherous ground

Leads to another tattered soul down

On luck and life and drained of desire,

Together we find company to inspire

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It's a path that we chose

And we have no idea where it goes

But, we know there is an end to this

Our trials will not be worthless

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Unsung heroes of the day,

Are the patient people holding sway

By going through uncharted territory

So that they could create a unique story

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These are the people who have shaped us,

We have trekked and suffered because

Our dream was for a better world

That would be eventually unfurled

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Two roads diverged in a wood, and I

I took the road less traveled by

And that has made all the difference

For without a spark there is no change

With no change, we are stuck in our ways

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Growing up, Robert Frost was a favorite of mine, and his poem The Road Not Taken, had a great impact on me. I ended up writing a poem inspired by his words, and had to incorporate a bit of them, to show homage.

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How We Love

We accept the love we think we deserve

We are our own inhibitors

For we do not see ourselves as we truly are

But cracked, imperfect, unwanted stars

The luster has been worn off by travel

We would be better off as gravel

For gravel is more useful

Than a dying star, fading fast

Why do we have fractured hearts? Look to our past

Somewhere there you will find your answer

Someone turned their world upside down on her

And the scars from that event

Are the basis for the hatred holding rent

On her battle-torn heart

We accept the love we think we deserve

So we take what we can get to preserve

What little love we have left

To dully shimmer for those unable to rest

Our scars continue to multiply

The shine is burning out inside

It takes the careful hands of many creatures

To fix what the one careless hand fractures

Beaten again and again

Trust can be fairly hard to win

But those who have the time

Reteach their star how to shine

And they hold on to that star after all the strife

For she will sparkle and spill light into your life

[cryaonik-blog]

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