Nothing's Wrong. - Poem by Kim Dang
I admit to you, it's not enough
The world it crumbles on conspicuous
infidelities and my dreams, torn, cut like
a newborn's umbilical cord. These hoards of
truths of dissonant realities. Empowers me
To feeling helpless again as I try in vain.
Blinded with these perceptual constancies.
Why must inattential inaptitude take control
I scream at the top of my lungs frustrated
incapable of redeeming my salvation.
Because where I am Sir, it's far from a
haven I'd like to familiarize. Media
images and I'm ostracized. To become who I
don't want to be. Parental guidance and I
compromise. To become something less of me.
Punctured are my sensory thresholds.
Because I follow it all; I do what I'm
told. TAKE ME, break me free from my
cubicle mold. What's that? Oh, your ipod's
on. Nevermind nevermind, Nothing's wrong.
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