Double standards,

Syntax will answer.

Trifling the line between innocence and trouble.

The consequences render my psyche to rubble,

Debris piling up,

Skin tattered and tough,

Immensely rough.

Scars leave memories of when it was all too much.

Burned by your touch,

Branded,

With slanted vengeance,

Consistency begins with us.

Ends in dust,

Dismantling trust,

Allowing the hollowed frame to whither and rust.

The cyclic meaning of meaning,

Bending rhyme to reason,

A change for all the seasons,

Now we’re meeting with forced greetings.

Definitions make new traditions,

Twisting and contorting to situation.

Adapting while reacting,

Showcasing deformed acting.

We sit in the back laughing,

Understanding the change that’s happening,

The inevitability of our apathy,

Prolonged by a resistance to sever a fading destiny.

Forever is terminology,

Syntax,

Created in reverie,

A place we can’t go back.

Standards bring order,

Where chaos is prevalent.

Double the standard,

Order is irrelevant.

Contradiction,

Insecurity flourished with tortured intention.