Whimpering like an Injured Dog
Playing the Part
Pathetic aesthetic
To be playing yourself as a victim
Dancing the thin line between real problems and make-believe
You wear torn and tattered sleeves
To hide the appearance of a king
You reject the signet ring
Given to you by the very society you pretend to not be a part of
Is it good to say that you're hurting if the rest of the world is dying?
You don’t have to try and you work so hard at trying
You scream of injustice and point fingers of blame
And you don’t realize that you’re playing the game
You are guilty of the same violence you preach against
Separating yourself on this side of the fence
You give up on trying to see the good of humanity
Only willing to see calamity
But I have to stop yelling at my own reflection
It keeps whimpering like an injured dog
I pity this infection
Because my mind is deeply bogged
About the Creator
Broken Walls
I don't really know what I'm doing; I'm starting to think that maybe that's okay.
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