Precious Password #23

It’s funny how we put locks on things
Keep precious trinkets

Hide away
Everything
With meaning
And value
Until they’re lost
Until it’s gone

Maybe that’s what happened to me
I barely exist
Forgotten and worthless
Empty shell of an old memory
Once loved

The dust settles
The shadows swallow the light that defines me
Soon I won’t exist at all

The world is not made
For people like me
And it’s funny how many of you agree

Personalities designed
Are lost on the timeline
They chained themselves to

We know it’s true
And we don’t help
We leave them to do
Whatever they do
When we could have
Made an effort
Become the glue
That brings us together
Where dreams do come true

But no
We want the blood to be blue

We leave the weak behind
And isolate ourselves inside our minds
The Holy Prison
Of all humankind
Till the day that we die

The weak help the weak
Not the capable, brilliant elite
That’s not the way of the world that I see
We believe in make believe
Deceived by what’s conceived on TV

It’s so easy to be deceived
To believe
The things you see

The strong always crush their feet
And steal their meat
And leave the weak to bleed
And feed
The machine

The one thing we learn from history
Is that we don’t learn from history