Political
I always fall asleep on my cat
And she stays with me all night to make sure I am not faking it
What she doesn't know, is that I am NOT asleep
There I am
Lying on an oversized cushion of springs and dust
Wondering if the innocent, happy children will know what love is in the future
There I am
Feeling one thousand bees in my stomach
Knowing if we don't learn to have a little more compassion and a lot less hate
Mabey, just mabey
He wouldn't of been drafted to war... Mabey he would've came back
There I am, goosebumps developing like a plague on my skin, chills creeping at me like some kind of prey, searching for a way to deteriorate the fires adults have created
There I am
At fifteen years old, taking Ibroprofin daily over the migraines of a modern-day neglectance
Whose political words scrape our skins, stripping us of human sympathy
Those piercing tongues that foreign languages use to stab at the heart of morals
There I am
Learning to breathe water, adapting to the expectations set for us by disagreement
Angry from the mess past generations left for us to clean
We are no filters that stop hate from polluting, nor sponges who soak up the melancholy sea of despair
There I am
Determined to give life to the robots society has created in a lab of ignorance
Nevermind the sleepless nights or the miscounted three hundred calorie intake
Nevermind the lost chances of love, nevermind the black crescent moons that have waned underneath my tired eyes
My well being is dust compared to the unborn well beings of tomorrow
My cat always falls asleep on Me
And there I am lying still for the whole night
So I KNOW she is not faking it.
Copyright © Itachi Uchiha | Year Posted 2016
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