suffers my eyes
internal implosions
rips my thighs
emotionless is the way to go
for peace and harmony to grow
my face receives a fist's blow
"wake up, wake up"
"this isn't wonder land"
i stand, he spits
"this world is made for man"
i refuse, i kick
i shout: "i am sick!"
i punch and flick
an image snaps, 'click'
i look at the discarded photo
i see a person dismissed
with "dream" as his motto
with eyes that said
he knows, but doesn't
he sobs, but within
his core, is burning
his doors, left broken
i threw the photo
it broke
into tiny pieces of mirror
reality is not clearer
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