You are a living paradox
Your actions contradict your statements
Your arrogance pollutes the air
As you claim to be the best while insulting others
Your  abusive words slice my skin over and over
And I scream wanting to die but I never bleed out
I am always kept alive
Nursed back to health
Just before another deadly assault happens again
I try to win my battles
But I am only a child
My victory is a mere figment

Are you that  ignorant or are you playing dumb
Trying to deceive your own self that you are a saint when you are the fallen angel himself
I stand here with scars that are not visible to the eyes
But scars that have tainted my heart
But  scars that have to thicken my skin
But scars that have conquered my brain
In essence, I am a soldier that has lost his will
His will to live
His will to go on
Eventually, the trauma will seep in
Causing irreversible brain damage

Fluorescent uplit lights
Throws no shadows
Shows no life
No vestiges therein

Monitors' frontward glow
Radiates no future, no past
Well lit death
No matrix destination

The rows and cubes behold
A conformed neatness
An oppression
A regime built against creation

The soul flutters above
Unseen but seeming
To hold life
The inexorable dullness of life

Fireflies in a bottle
Beautiful, aren’t they?

Bottled to be appreciated
Trapped to be admired

Left suffocating
For our own convenience.

is my back
  against the wall?
or am i on
    the e d g e of a cliff?

i only ask
because sometimes
it’s hard to tell.