I am okay. This is the lie I continue to tell myself and others in a world that's relentlessly trying to make it look as though I have gone mad.
It's shocking the things we take as normal.
A brother, a robber? Doesn't matter who we rip off so long we don't get to be identified as paupers.
The world owed us a lot it never gave. So would you blame us for trying to put smiles on the faces of our mothers?

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I am an untold story
A flawed being
I am a deafening sound but not an echo.
I am a candle which lits the life of others.
I am a pen, jotting down my grief.
I am a painful song.
I am a lullaby
Sometimes a cacophony.
I have shed millions of tears.
But guess what? I am a relentless warrior still fighting the battles of life.

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I am haunted by the shadows of dead dreams.
Drowning in a pool of my own sweat, orchestrated by relentless efforts, collective disappointments and everlasting screams of "try again"
My sanity desperately seeking for serenity and my lungs gradually giving up on me for they have become weary of drawing empty breaths.
Does it get better or it gets bitter?

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I am not the beautiful rose by the side of the road, attracting your eyes while dancing with the wind in perfect delight.
I am the thorn that sprung up from the weeds. That fought for its life even though it brought about my dislike.
My scars are my pride reminding me of each battle I managed to pass.
You avoid me like a plague cos I pierce through your skin when being trampled upon.
This is the way I have been able to survive
My life, my rules, you are either on guard or be willing to lose your life.

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There might come a day when my words can no longer project my thoughts.
Leaving my mind consumed by a vacuum of unwritten words
When my quill can no longer carry on the legacy of impeccable thoughts.
Would you still admire the beauty in my silence? And read me the tales of reminiscent thoughts? Or abandon me like an old forgotten book?

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They were told to stand and fight.
Defend our plight with utmost delight
With no hope in sight, they stood their grounds.
Facing massive attacks from the enemies of the land, giving their life in hopes that their families survives.
Ah!how have we failed the unsung heroes of our time?
Burying them in secret trenches at night.
It saddens my heart to know I may never know the face of the one who laid down his life, so my tomorrow isn't plagued by an unfortunate demise.
History will never be kind to the leaders in charge.

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To those who were brave enough to say enough!

Life is a game where those who quit wins, cos they won't allow themselves to be subjected to a lifetime of highs and lows only to be brutally evicted.
So to the ones who were fed up of being tagged failures, to the abused, the broken, the hopeless and dejected I sure hope your new reality is less harsh than the one life forced down your throat and you were left with no option than to spit out.

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With each passing day, it gets harder to get by
Is God testing me? Or is he just tryna have fun at the detriment of my own mind?
Being alive is hard but I am strong so the ones who put they faith in me can hold tight.
Am at the top, but I watch out for allies so they don't connive to cause me a nosedive.
What if those who had to take their own lives,laugh at us now for trying to put up with this sham we call life?

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Straying down the voids of this futile race
Missing the good old days, consumed by life's tidal waves.
People quit after seeing life's just one vicious game
Its victims have decided to accept this ugly fate
How did it get this way? I just wanna live and not worry about being brave.

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My soul dwells beneath the veil of metaphors born out of catastrophes
If death had a face, it would be identical to mine.
Because I have failed to savour life's bitter taste.

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