Wake Up

You wake up, and everyone is gone.
And everything feels wrong and desolate.
You wake up, without a solution.
Unwilling to try.
Unable to care.

You think everyone
Should have a gun.
And you think church
Is super fun.
And, "Oh my god, politics are easy."

Protests are your
Favorite thing.
You hate those
Who write and sing
About "Anti-You."

You wake up.
You wake up.
You wake up
And you're gone.

Reviews

[Perfect Mistake]

I like how you ended this poem :) Very well written if i must say so myself