who am I

who am I

A Poem by porkchops

Dead lines

meaningless truths

words that spill out

across a page

disclose the anger within.

 

You express with a facade 

built to conceal the reality,

but the words can trick you

they scratch at the mortar to tear down your wall.

 

The game of the idiot is hard to maintain

the antagonist, the uncaring and self assured

the path you choose is not so easy to follow

to be alone without leash to ground you.

© 2012 porkchops


Author's Note

porkchops
i wrote this after trying to communicate with another on a forum on the subject of anarchy, however the response to anything that was contradictory to their opinion was one of anger and abuse, when looking back at what they said there ere so many contradictions as their response was not one of thought but reaction.

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nice to have stumbled across your page, was interested by your profile. Enjoyed this write a lot, 'the game of the idiot is hard to maintain' is superb and very true.
Will read some more, keep it up

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Telford, Shropshire, United Kingdom



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