The Truth Behind The Velvet Curtains - Poem by Ariel Kraitzick
Like alluring diamonds
Beautiful faces deceive us
Manipulating our every move
Status seduces us
Perfection cannot be obtained
Not by the beautiful or the wealthy.
Superiority is a myth created by the insecure
But... legends do exist.
If you look Medusa in the eye
You shall turn to obsidian
The stares of those who think themselves better
Can harden your heart.
And the whispered words of judgment
Can lock away your soul
The lies of narcissists
Can eliminate morals and values
And the false confidence of the arrogant
Can lead you into the dark
And once in the tunnel of darkness
There is nowhere to hide
Imperfections are quickly caught
In the bright glare from the
headlights atop the miners' heads
And straying from society
Lands the punishment of not belonging
We will do anything, ANYTHING! !
To earn our place among them
Friendships thrown away
A giant skyscraper of trust and loyalty
Demolished by the atrocity that is society
But we naturally want to fit in.
Want to be like the others
Want to join the ongoing snake slithering
Through the undergrowth that is life
And once we do join
We see from the inside
The merciless world we have entered
Masks are created to hide our identities
And differences are not tolerated.
Backs are stabbed by a knife stained with dry blood
And all this without a second thought
No conscience or guilt
Everyone striving to be better then next
And we change
Soon not even knowing who we are anymore
Reality blurs and our perception changes
But why be someone else?
Why join the train chugging along the dark tunnel
Never to reach the other side?
Why abandon ourselves just to belong?
Popularity is a hoax created to hide the real truth
We don't create society
Society creates us
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