The mirror on the wall may as well kill me,
What stares back is not at all what I wanted to be.
My head's not held high,
My wings of hope are stripped, and I'll no longer fly.
They rolled me in bubble wrap and locked me in this box.
Foxes- yet they call themselves cops.
They stamped the box and labeled me "FRAGILE".
Ripped me of my dignity and cursed me all this while.
It's just feeding with the wolves-
The lambs come and they devour them whole.
FRAGILE- their little bones break.
I didn't see it before, but now I think I'm awake.
So as it goes, they stack the boxes against the wall.
Shut away from reality in a little room at the end of the hall.
The wolves feed with foxes, they prey on the lambs.
And though the fox might not kill, there's enough blood on his hands.
File away the papers, and they'll deem it so,
As long as they're quiet, than no one shall know.
Toss out the keys so the cries go unheard,
Afterall, there's no reason to spook the rest of the herd.
A lamb corrupted grows to a sheep,
Stripped of her wool, she no longer sleeps.
If you speak for her cause,
You already know that all hope is lost.
You've seen it before, or taken a blow to the head
Or something much worse and you wish you were dead.
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KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Adjectives
PuisiThis is 90% of the poems I have written from the last couple years up to now. I figured since I'm starting here again, I'll just put them into one collection. New works will be published separately. Warning: Some of this is really depressing. P.S...