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Fragmented
For I see the light, so I live in the shadows
I know righteousness, so I embrace the unjust and corrupt
My soul filled with hate and detestment with blank eyes staring out into the world
I see cruelty, I see sin
Our dystopian society cloaked in bright smiles and security tied into a neat little bow
They want us to see colors
I see black and white
They want us to feel warmth
I only feel the coldness of desertion
They have blinded us
Fed us with lies and secrets
They have damaged the way we used to think
In a world where everything has meaning, and everything has sadness, they have taught us to see good, and only good
Only when we choose to see the bad will we realize that what they say is wrong
There is no color, there is no peace
There is war, hunger, and death
We shall not be ignorant forever
We will soon see everything through a clear lens
Childhood, the proprietor of innocence and purity
A clean slate
A blank page
Beautiful and delicate
A mind susceptible to manipulation
Fragile, unspoken for
Lost…
A small smile and hopeful eyes
A bright future
Mayhem, riot
Streets filled with rage
Fires and broken dreams
Here lies the quest for clarity
Here lies the truth
Forever searching for answers
Wanderers
Justice will be found
Errors will be corrected
An uprising will come upon us
No longer will we believe in their poisonous ways
Our eyes are open wide

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When I write, I think about the world we live in, what people see versus what is real. I want to write the truth. I express myself by telling people of all of the pain in the world. True writing is not supposed to make you laugh, you should feel all emotions all at once. It should open up your eyes and help you realize things that you didn't understand before. I want my poems to tell a story. One that opens up our eyes.