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A Poem by Anthony Guest

They say look at the bright side of life , but what is the bright side when everything is cast in a shadow of having no real meaning, no real joy, just constant confusion laced with the little lies we tell ourselves to keep going, what is the bright side when no matter what you do there nothing, no changes just a bunch of fake ups you convince your happened but truthfully nothing has really happened just a bunch downs you just refuse to acknowledge, so what's the bright side when every morning you have to question why do you choose to keep existing in a world where you can't be yourself because everyone wants to take a piece of you and fill you with what they want and when you look back there's nothing there a bunch of emptiness and missing parts that you didn't ask for, a bunch of sadness you don't deserve, What is the bright side of stepping out the door everyday to deal with these selfish people that get upset because you choose to be selfish in that moment so that you can be okay but they've been selfish their whole life but your the villain, what is the bright side of these worldly a*s people , these meaningless things, these wasteful people,these poisoned lands, this fake reality that has been built and bought into because life sucks and everyone truly knows there's is no bright side.

© 2025 Anthony Guest


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Added on January 4, 2025
Last Updated on January 4, 2025