Wayward Thoughts

Survivors

We are Survivors
But do we live?
We are strong and fearless
But are we really not a mess?
We make it through tired nights and dreary mornings
Making it seem like we don't need rest
Try and succeed in containing and subduing
That growing feeling of dearth in our chest
We laugh hollow laughs
While breaking down in halves
We cry empty tears
Hiding scars from rough years
We whisper sweet nothings
While trying to collect farthings
We duel for superiority
Telling ourselves it's for the posterity
We judge fellow beings
Cutting off their wings
We strive hard for justice
That none but we understand
We only keep the hard and shiny
It's so accurate, not even funny
We find and hate cliches
All the while being'em ourselves
We tell ourselves all's good
Because we feel like we should
We're ready to face the impossible
Because we were also taught that nothing was impossible
We're prepared to face the Unknown
Because we figure it's better than the Known
We go marching into battle
For anything less than the best, we don't settle
We fall and get back up
Leaving behind our spirit
We always reach up and up
And that's like digging the deepest pit
We fall in and out of love
Run in and out of time
We are Survivors
With nagging scars
And half empty jars
We are Survivors
With a lie of living life
And the truth of dragging through life
We are Survivors