Divine Disgust Poem by Vishal Sharma

Into material I was thrust, from divinity
to disgust, I'm told to live through it's a
must, the fear the loathing and the
lust, never knowing who to trust,
sometimes I want to bleed the rust,
and disintegrate myself to dust. But
god forbid I spill the real, because
we're told it's weak to feel, just lock it
all inside and seal, can't penetrate a
wall of steel. What's left of us is empty
shells, we're perpetrating our own
hell, in this place we're forced to dwell.
Now real's mistaken for a trend,
enemies are confused with friends,
this mass distortion never ends. I don't
claim I'm free from guilt, I'm trying to
wash away the filth, including former
friends and lovers, they end up
showing their true colors, I'm made to
duck and run for cover, hide myself
but see through others. You can look
now, you can't touch, I've been
brought down way too much, I've been
sinking far too long, but now I'm rising,
now I'm strong, up above where I
belong. What was once lost now was
found, it's all in who I keep around, so
keep your self worth on the ground,
but I won't be coming down.