Satire
Why when I find happiness
do those who say the wish me best
fain such a golden smile
As though the light is beacon's plight
but know I all the while
The value of gold, for which life is sold
which caves in just like tissue
The fact that gold is metal is not even an issue
because you see no bolster for me but false security
They build a bridge with middle hinged
watching, waiting; I'll fall through.
Ohh, I'll be away from the horrible desire
that keeps my soul on fire
I won't burn up, here toast with cup
thanks for saving me
Then the hinge
The floor falls through
Leaving only falling, free
Away from hurt as you watch me, fall.
Thank you for protecting me
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