Brighter Future Poem by Calum Thomas

I'm defenceless to all attributes of life today,
Just like any other day, I'm worthless.
I march as an army of one
To face the eight billion rotten faces staring at me.

My life is determined by letters, not passion
Working your way up is out of fashion, it's replaced
By an ability to preform in one hour of defiance
When for the last two years, the letters have been low.

I spend months of my life memorising the function of a cell,
But no amount of mitochondria can force me to do well, the pressure
Squeezes me down to a worthless pulp, to extract
My soul and sell it to insidious Devils that judge me.

Furthermore, in life, tranced people don't care for me,
They just sit and smile and stare through me, blindly.
For they can not see the truth about me,
And how I survive with my painted smile.

I love people, but she doesn't love me the same,
She sees my painted smile, while I feel my pain.
But over the red blade, and though the tattered noose,
I can see a brighter future.