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Concrete Prison

In this prison of concrete and steel,
I sometimes wonder if I'm even real.
Do I really walk my own way?
Or am I bound to do what they say?
Murder in the streets, killing on the news.
It's a wonder where I learned these views.
The mask I wear hides the real me.
Because I'm not who they want me to be.
They tell me I'm wrong and push me around.
But I just smile and don't make a sound.
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Posted: Oct 2012

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solong
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mcradloff
That is one thing that I have found tough to deal with, the attitudes of others and how one thoughtless words can wound you like a street punk shooting off a gun just for kicks. There are a lot of cowards out there who would rather point a finger than work on improving themselves.dancing grin jackolantern
morgen90210
A solid defined poem! Salute to u ..heart wings
orientalkoru
"Do I really walk my own way?
Or am I bound to do what they say?
Murder in the streets, killing on the news.
It's a wonder where I learned these views."

You're right...and I wonder how can we wonder what's happening with our youngsters or where the world is going when our modern world primes in us violence and decay of moral values. thumbs up handshake beer
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