Flaw

Tell me not, in sweet voices That life is a beautiful place. Life is but a devoid of poise! A place where confidence embraces Cowardice giving room to everything that Seems to have no shape of elegance. Tell me not, in sweet voices That life is full of hope. Life is but an empty dream! A place where optimism is dressed in the Beautiful garment of depression. Dreams remain dreams Reality now hallucination With sleep swiftly becoming the perfect place for a lively human being. Blue skies turn black, Green grasses now brownishly hot With everything silently dieing out A young teen I am, Poignant is my name I find myself in a sinister house, school and society Where do I flee? For fierce I wear With my mind all set Never to look back For virtue has been buried, Courage has been sold, Strength has been defeated and All dignity has been lost Never to be restored.