Swallow your pride.
But take it slow.
You might just choke on it.
And you wouldn't want to do a thing like
that.
What's left inside without your words
And fists to hold them up?
Can you look at it without rose colored
lenses?
Doesn't speak too well of you.
You crawl to pass their tests.
I would like to help you but
I'm not sure who to address.
There are so many of you.
Used to be just one.
Lost you to the other side
To promises of fun.
Do you define yourself by some remembered set of
empty phrases?
Do you question them at all?
Is what you do and what you say just following
companions?
Do you do it from fear of not belonging?
I don't condemn you.
I know that we've all got to cling to
something
To find our way through this life.
Just look inside and see if your beliefs have any
meaning.
Or are they something that you found?
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