First they crippled you, forcing you to run
Then they tried to silence you with tongue-cutting and wind-whipping so the outside wouldn't see the wounds
A scream of agony escaped
The world caught a whisper on the edge
Turned it into a solvent shout
That drowned out your cry
A shout that you couldn't hear
The world pitied you
Some awaken to the appeal of real struggle, the novelty of stories
As they pine away from contending with mediocrity
And a slumber induced by the finer things.
At least, you know what you are up against, what you are fighting for
They corral you
Your presence would ignite debate
More shouts, more noise will be heard.
With humility, you queue up for humiliation.
Overwhelmed with hope that you brought along with you,
The brand that they try to sell you
The hope that seeps out of your pockets as it becomes distant.
Indignation becomes a companion, a supporter,a mentor.
It tells you that you better survive.
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 3:14 AM UTC
First they crippled you, forcing you to run
Then they tried to silence you with tongue-cutting and wind-whipping so the outside wouldn't see the wounds
A scream of agony escaped
The world caught a whisper on the edge
Turned it into a solvent shout
That drowned out your cry
A shout that you couldn't hear
The world pitied you
Some awaken to the appeal of real struggle, the novelty of stories
As they pine away from contending with mediocrity
And a slumber induced by the finer things.
At least, you know what you are up against, what you are fighting for
They corral you
Your presence would ignite debate
More shouts, more noise will be heard.
With humility, you queue up for humiliation.
Overwhelmed with hope that you brought along with you,
The brand that they try to sell you
The hope that seeps out of your pockets as it becomes distant.
Indignation becomes a companion, a supporter,a mentor.
It tells you that you better survive.
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