Poem: Life

Broken souls take the easy way out

Skipping classes, downing glasses

In hopes that no one will notice

As their dreams shatter into

Shards of glass across the sidewalk

And you pretend that was what you wanted, all along

Flawed souls find company in pain

Hard work with no acknowledgement

The less travelled road is far less kind

Alone but not lonesome

Or so you tell yourself

You wanted to be this way

You chose this

There is no perfect way to be

Born whole, we crumble over time

Life has this uncanny habit of killing you

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