What happens to a dream rejected?
After you’ve swallowed all pride,
but you’re still neglected?
When you put yourself in environmental squalor
to find out your strife was considered
little less than valor?
When the only thing you can do to save face is to pay the man
for something that ain’t even a concession,
all in order to fulfill the demand
of the system of exploitation that needs you to pass
and in doing so you hopelessly dry-heave,
feeling less than the worst piece of ass?
You explode into a million little curds of toxic waste
infecting all of the people you try to embrace
and nothing feels right cause all they do is trigger
the tumult and stress that’s supposed to make you bigger
You retreat inside of yourself
you try to understand the situation you detest
and when you realize you never will
you take a deep breath
and continue to kill
all the rest of the facade of hope you had
in a system that was always formed against you
feeling little more than a cad.
Written by Me on 5.10.16
I have only begun to heal.
Until Next Time,