Since childhood we are stamped off record,
What they expect from us and what they want.
Our interests?
They mean nothing.
Think for real,
Is this really called affectionating.
Hard truth?
It hurts the most.
Your feelings?
They are off coast.
Remember the moments?
When you laughed like a giggling goose?
Many were behind that emotional truce.
Our overlearning life is not easy as it says,
Behind the fake smile, you can spot the sorrowful face.
"What you really want?"
A question never asked.
Beyond the societies' desires,
lives a never-ending Darce
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Author:
Symphonically_Amazed (
Offline) - Published: January 16th, 2023 05:21
- Comment from author about the poem: Some stressed students can relate, which were always under pressure of society. Based on mental stress of students.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
an important write, thanks for sharing
sorry for my rambling scribble below
(nationwide
suicide rates, rise
while passing rates, also rise?
help me to decipher
the anomaly in this contrasting
reality
how do we question, the cause
when the very outcomes are finessed
"What you really want?"
schools, still aligned in 2023
to yield factory worker mind's
when factories
are now mainly machine automated?
'what do THEY want?'
'what difference between school
and cult
if both, dictate and warp
our capacity to think, freely')
That's Lit💫
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