Drama drama drama, it is what I do.. I short poem about my life. |
-I’ll Give Up On The World- by Keaton Foster People Such sheeple Standing down Looking up Pseudo judgment Of their god above Crucifying themselves Guilt, like a river Running the truest red What they have done What they are willing to do Ashamed I should be But I’m not Exactly the same I stand in awe How did we And I Get here To this terrifying place When and where Time is devoid of a point People Such sheeple I can’t stand them In the darkness I live A hermit king With no real castle Notebooks are my walls Full pages are my servants They do only what I say What I am forced to command These twisted words Will forever live on A microcosm of our species An identifiable duality Of all human lechery Written out Expressed Damn near lived Being different While being exactly the same What a confusing paradox Uncomfortable am I Should others share Certainly they should But I won’t force them I’ll only provide the information And the context in which to use it The decision as always Is theirs I’ll give up on the world But not before I give up on myself A bullet to my brain An archaic shattering Of what makes me Who I am And what I pretend As always Someone else Will clean up the mess The stain of existence And thus obliteration I don’t think it’s a stretch To have lived a life With the idea in mind That there are some lives That are just no meant to be Mistakes and happenstance Such a fine line between Two sides of a very different coin I’ll give up on the world But only when its time Until then I’ll stand right here In line with what I don’t believe And what I absolutely refuse I’ll watch the others The people turned sheeple I’ll write my words Make my observations And characterizations Elaborating in ridiculous fashion I’ll build my walls one at a time Knowing That unlike me, and those I write about Such walls will always remain… I’ll Give Up On The World Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014 |