life is
a scratched cd,
a constant repetition
of exhilliration
faded.
a blurred perception
of realities rushed
and rewinded
time and time again.
one does tire
reading the same old
book.
and one does tire
smiling the same old
grin.
and one does tire
laughing at the same old
joke.
but what one
can never withstand
is the constant state
of being
fake.
and constantly
battling the same tears.
waking up every
morning, wondering when
this will ever end.
until finally,
someone whines
and shakes their head
and finally presses
eject.
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Poetry| 1st Place for Summer Sun Awards (Beginner's Firsts) | | 2nd Place for the Pinpoint Awards | | Finalist for the 2016 Awards | It matters not what people think regarding things you believe strongly in. Perhaps, it may even help to even spread...
