Forced to Stages

Actors vs. Actresses

My vision became more narrow

The smell of iron and disgust

The bite of chills along my arms,

and this world is getting too tight to keep turning

My shins gashed and ached,

from stumbling on the steps of a biased discovery

You can't tell me yours are pretty and clean

You can't persuade me into seeing what's not there

I know better now

Persistence in false impressions are continuously being read 

The chapters seem more lengthy,

and we all become overlooked

Only the true meanings, though

We all somehow write our definitions now

Well, define normal

Define happiness

It it's you, you're not what I'm looking for,

and I'll deny the stare into the pupil of a fraud,

because I, too can write my own definitions 

And for you, you're under nothing special,

let alone alive inside

You, you're another loss in this world's suffocation

in the back of the room ironically labeled

Labeled upon the panel named death of creativity 

You're buried in the battle 

of actors versus actresses 

Author's Note

I wrote this for a class while doing a project on Whitman with a side of Poe.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A Splendid read and write...Thank you for penning...:).........................

[costa siwale]

I like your writing..enjoyed reading this..well penned