
I'm hurting inside,
My feelings are fried,
I've tried and tried,
Now I'm terrified.
I cried so many times,
Lied about my own crimes,
Hiding them in rhymes.
Priming my abilities,
To see through fallacies.
A disease I didn't ask for,
Yet my consent brings more.
It's been such a chore,
I don't want it anymore,
I'm poor and my body's sore,
They fed my core with lies,
My food is poisoned by dyes,
Pesticides decide the fate,
Of the vegetables I ate.
Feeding our vision full of hate,
Now no one wants to participate.
Trained straight through a TV,
They were programming me.
Making me think I was happy,
Now my body feels crappy,
I'm sappy and tired,
My system mis wired.
I fired the chiefs,
They were more like a thief,
Steeling your belief,
A false sense of relief,
Feeding us all grief,
Leaving us all hurting inside.
About the Creator
Keith McHugh
Good day to the wonderful soul reading this. I'm so glad to be able to share my art with so many awesome people, with such great imaginations. I hope you enjoy my little contribution. See you in the station.



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