Reality, a twisted labyrinth we tread,
Where fantasies emerge, replacing what's said.
Nice people, a rarity, only one to find,
They seize you like an apple, leaving naught behind.
Honesty, a virtue, few truly embrace,
Most prefer to adjust, with a deceitful face.
Activists, they exist, but their impact is slight,
They won't bring down the archivists, cloaked in their might.
In this dog-eat-dog world, survival's the game,
No just lords, only power and shame.
Standards, tainted, not all good in our eyes,
For people, like ice, they judge with no guise.
No matter what you do, their judgment won't cease,
Worry not, for their opinions bring no peace.
Happiness, a cruel joke, elusive and feigned,
Sorrow's yoke, a pessimism that's ingrained.
Behind every flicker of hope, darkness awaits,
Raw emotions entwined, as despair permeates.
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Dean's Introspection and Poetry
PoetryI'm in my journey to self-discovery and understanding. I wanna do some introspection and allows myself for deep reflection and exploration of emotions and experiences. These poems are the reflection of my thoughts, emotions, life and experiences.
