Repetitious Illusion ♢ A POEM
I see things different
To most that I know,
I dress up and smile
My life's go, go, go.
In the moments I'm happy
I believe all is pure,
No diseases can harm us
There's always a cure.
To find joy in having nothing,
To overcome bitter nightmares,
Working harder than the privileged,
Yet never we catch a break.
There's a black-hole in my heart
That no-one can see,
No-one, no-one... no-one but me.
Life isn't as pure once you stop and you blink,
Teachers harm those who don't really think,
Parents expect you to have life on lock,
But your code is forgotten, lost, tick tock.
You're young and your pulse beats scared,
Minutes go faster in your head than in reality,
The poem no longer rhymes,
The puzzle pieces in a scrabble on the floor,
Get up, get dressed, get out the front ....
ALEX ALLISON
ALEX ALLISON
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