Here’s another poem from some class I was not exactly paying attention in. Presumably this was done in my last semester there as I had kinda realized how bitter I had been being towards life in general. One of those poems that looks back and says what the fuck what I thinking?
Coming from a rural town
To a place where suburbia abounds
He tries to understand this place
But it’s brashness is shoved in his face
All these things astound his eyes
And be becomes desensatized.
He escaped this reality by believing lies
And became jaded and failed to realize
That what he hated and despised
Was what was really behind those lies
Backed into a corner and failing fast
His resolve is weakening at last
Pride torn and image smashed
Seeing his flag flying at half mast