Everyone is booing,
Hi, how are you failing?
At everything you do.
Are you absolutely insane,
Why are you just constantly not doing your work?
Just pick up your pencil.
That’s all you gotta do,
But instead everyone is laughing at something,
But you internalise it, thinking they know what you’ve done.
So you just sit there in the corner, writing poetry,
Will you ever change, we’ll just have to wait and suffer.
Doing complaining you see.
You lived in a tower all your life,
Not knowing you were trapped,
Unaware of the chains that were woven into your mind.
How they kept you shackled,
I want to go back to that simpler time,
Where we ran through fields and played in dirt,
When we had an abundance of freedom, a million open moments,
When you were a kid,
When you were still learning animal names,
And awed by the world around you,
What did it mean when you looked up,
At other kids, at adults,
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