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The Bulletproof

Poetry By: sowosamma25
Poetry


Empty Pockets full of Dreams


Submitted:Mar 6, 2011    Reads: 25    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


All my lifeI was an underling

trapped in a system of nonsense

my talents never got promoted

and I´ve got lots of them

years of living ignored

years of loneliness

years of pain

but then

one day

it clicked

perfect sense

even the worst became explicable

I am the center of the universe

I put those stars up into the sky

I´m the steering wheel

It´s me

the DOG

I´m the All Knowing

the perfect plan

Bulletproof

Then

Lithium in the morning

Lithium at night

back down to the floor

back to become like the rest

back to "reality"

back to be part of the underlings they need

locked up with three meals a day

judged by studied people.

Then I got out of their laundromat of brains.

Shivering with a dying body.

Depressed to the maximum.

"Healed".

But there is something I´ve learned out of all of this.

I´m still the center of my life.

I´m still the center of the universe.

I´m still the center of All.

And so are You,

but this time I´ll just shut the fuck up.





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