cognitive resonance

play nice, smile for pictures
panic attacks on the inside
we do not show our pain
we do not admit self defeat
our own humanity is to be denied
flaws and all, it's shameful

fall apart in small, s****y rooms
behind closed doors
cry yourself to sleep
and the world goes on spinning
they'll tell you that your life has meaning
and is so precious
but the world doesn't so much as
hiccup
when you are gone
all your possessions
all your accomplishments
sold off or given away
they'll fill the space in
that you used to occupy
it barely meant a thing

the haunted are the damned
the ones with demons
will fight them alone
cause those who never have
don't have any perspective
so they don't understand

burn your dead skin
scabs on your face
blown out veins
the organic, rotting meat
that lines your bones
will succumb to gravity
returning to soil
make the grass grow

great men and women
are buried in mass graves
and shuffled to the backs of
our minds
reserves for things too painful
not to block out
that trauma that bites at your nerves

there is nothing left to smile about
this isn't going anywhere but down
we will never see what lies beyond the sky
we are not going to make it

Author's Note

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[. serah .]

-- wow... this is a scathing critique of what the average human being's existence is like... -- i don't have the ability to review poetry... but i'm writing this comment to let you know that your words could cut glass... they are razor sharp and precise... and they remind me of how one of my favourite western music composers was buried in a pauper's grave... (his name is wolfgang amadeus mozart)...