Some futures aren't meant to be looked upon Some pasts should be left undone Faults are too great when eyes are looking The self is too flawed for someone who is nitpicking I used to care when the world plunders my soul I used to fight when my peace is dole Back when I was young, naïve, and dumb I look through every crevice, peek at every crumb Back when I have a ton of fucks to give I would always make sure that justice is received But now as I see the world behind the backdrop I realized I didn't care—I grew up
The world is rarely a forgiving place All noises are important, peace is all fantasy and haze Silence is a prize, a forsaken commodity Calm is nothing but a humid fantasy For the depraved mind, a striving soul wrote About a thousand hurts, a thousand vote The wind blows colder, the rooster crows Your time is up, the anger the soul sows I used to be the person whose thoughts mattered fully I used to be the one who will see things differently But now I saw how life treats pain as a crop I realized I am not fazed—I grew up
Fairness is now based on who likes you Judgment has been served for something I didn't do The people laugh, the souls jeer They see your downfall and inwardly they cheer You can't speak, as your words are knives They will be used against you like angry wives In the heat of the moment, I am found, I ask Why would some people, in hate, would they bask I often ask how people manage to hold on To something so fickle, like snowflakes and snow But then, I realized how the taunts never really stopped I realized I am insignificant as I grew up
Fate is closed, the sound dims now The words are tied, the performer takes a bow Behold, a person ruined by your harmless vow A promise made, broken—no one knows how For once, I thought that reaching out is the right thing For the last time, perhaps, "Friends" are not for fighting I have lost, the taunts have won Words are nothing against their brawn I will no longer seek what is due Because even if I did, who would sue? Now I realize that the world enjoys a good drop I realize that I am tired and that I grew up
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Okay, this is the first time I cursed in a poem. And rightly so.
This is from the beginning of the Olympus fiasco (another story for another time) and I have written exactly what happened, as poetic as I could. So yeah, this is the start of the angry/sad/lost phase.
It just annoys me that that hypocrite of a community served as material for poetry when they shouldn't even be mentioned anywhere in the face of this world.
Maybe I'm still angry. Maybe not. Forgiveness doesn't come easy.
How about you? What do you think of this poem? Comment below. :))
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