when you know your soul is screaming
but you don’t hear a sound,
when your self esteem and it both,
are six feet underground.
when the oceans inside you rage and swell
till they’re trickling out your eyes,
when the worthlessness that you feel
has got you breathing out through sighs.
when the respect and money you earn
is hinged on the grade plastered across your head,
I’ll know we grew up in the same system,
where the living are not so different from the dead.
penned. 15th January 2014, 3:51pm