theseachild

justice doesn’t exist

He was freed from the camp who deprived him of food,
Who would beat down his walls and destroy the man’s mood.
He was alone with his scars and wooden chip art,
Knowing that his family was now torn apart.

Justice doesn’t exist.

She lived in a world where she became a manager and won’t get a raise,
Her boss will only give her coins and meaningless praise.
5-3 job with two kids on her back,
Her mother’s life and support is now what she shall lack.

Justice doesn’t exist.

He lived a life of constant pressure of fail,
Book bound till junior year then flew off the rail.
Got his life back on track but doesn’t think he’s still enough,
Because he knows that no matter what he does, adulting will be tough.

Justice doesn’t exist.

A girl who is trapped in her own mind,
And when you seek through her eyes, a past eating disorder is what you’ll find.
Her body was beautiful yet she looked with empty glass eyes,
Using her smile and jokes to cover her cries.
Who maladaptive daydreams for hours on end,
Who only told one out of many beloved friends.
It’s sad to know her trust issues is what tore her apart,
Who could have hurt her and destroyed her loving heart?

Justice doesn’t exist.

Comments2

  • HangingbyaHalo

    Justice does exist, overcoming in obstacle is justice in its self. I appreciate the reflection of perceived defeat. This is painfully beautiful.

  • kingOfOne

    I actually enjoyed this a lot. I don't usually like poems where people complain about their jobs but you have flow!

    • theseachild

      Thank you! I wanted to express the personal issues my family and I stress over at times. Truly pleased that you enjoyed my work!!💓



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