Half your soul.
a poem about how society tries to stifle the complexity of human existence
I don’t want to exist here anymore
In this corrupt space that lapses with stoicism.
Half-hearted messages of love flutter in the sky
And explode into passionate fits of rage when we offer criticism.
There is no longer a rhyme or a reason;
The search for truth was abandoned for self-confirmation.
We formed our realities under false pretenses
And this home can’t be escaped through meaningless convictions.
I don’t want to be here at all
If we continue to capitalize on human defeat
And assist a system founded in fallacies.
By ignoring our errors, it’s the lifeforce of minorities we deplete.
We try to dichotomize everything we see
But, instead, we’ve split our souls in two.
The tools we’ve made for mending are flawed—
They were designed to keep us broken, but this we knew.
About the Creator
Remi Akers
Remi is a poet and Young Adult fantasy/contemporary writer. They are a nonbinary demi-androromantic asexual who has chronic pain and fatigue. They like to write all things dark, queer, and cozy.
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