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And everything
Had happened
The way they promised
It wouldn’t.
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 Oct 2019 Kaleb Webb-Wheeler
Me
No more lies
or games
no shame taken
on

I am
what I am
and will
with no fibre of me
adjust
just to make you feel
better.
Who are you ?
Do you know what you want ?

Yes, You !
You are suppose to do this,
You are suppose to do that.
You are good,
You are bad.

Melted and mended,
Scripted and sclupted,
You are now made.
You are now successful.
you are YOU.

Meanwhile !

Wanting all the love and care,
I, became needy !
Wanting all the happiness and joy,
I, became greedy !
Overloaded with compassion,
I, became a burden !

Yes, I !
I, has been forgotten,
I, has lost its way,
I, has lost its purpose,
I, has been sacrificied,
Sacrificied for YOU !
For now, you are YOU,
And i, simply was.
A lot of dreams get crushed everyday to achieve the milestone of what society has built as the ultimate glory.
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