Mentality
In between the mortal sins
and the purest of hearts,
lives the human mind;
a contrast of good and evil, and yin and yang.
It can think of things to make you cry out in joy,
or break down in tears.
The mentality of our so-called peers,
so frightening.
A fight rages within us.
Our figurative angels and devils
contending with each other
for the rights to our souls.
Who will control us?
Who will lead us into the hell that is our world?
Like puppets on strings,
guiding us until we can take no more,
until we break down and cry
for ourselves and everyone around us.
When will the day come when we will all be
free?
When will the day come when our strings will
be cut?
Will this day ever come, or will our time just run out?
i know! this poem makes me annoyed (but i still kinda like it)! i always had a small problem with this one.
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