Saturday, July 14, 2018

This is not me - poem

It morphs you into something, someone
Completely unrecognisable,
Even to yourself. 
What are your thoughts
What are it’s? 
How can you trust anything
It all feels like tricks
Like the devil has dealt its cards 
And you have no choice
But to abide it’s every command
No matter how irrational it may sound
You must follow every command. 

You lose yourself
Your personality, your identity. 
Your values are warped 
It exposes your vulnerability. 
Arm in arm, hand in hand
It forces you to act 
No matter how much you withstand. 

It puts these rose tinted glasses
Tightly over your eyes 
It plucks at your heart strings 
To keep you on side. 
It pulls up your beliefs 
Your fears and vulnerabilities. 
It demonises you as a person
And takes no responsibility 
For the chaos it causes 
The unrelenting protocol 
How it sets you up

Just to watch you fall. 

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