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thepuppeteer Mar 8
Locked up in a cage,
Those beasts are allowed to roam

The lights are dimming and the darkness grows thick

It is like a mirror on the wall,
Reflecting everything in which you desire but can never have.

Those who take, get.
And those who give, lose.

The scales have broken.
And you sit alone.
Crying on your throne.
This is a poem I wrote about justice as a person. I think that's all I'm going to say.. I'd like others to try and interpret the poem this time :)
thepuppeteer Mar 8
Am I just a fly on the wall to you?

Simple, and plain
A thing to be ignored

But you should know
This delicate flower is easily burned
The petals will fall off
And the ashes float up into the night

You have my thanks for teaching me this truth

If you are cruel in this cruel world,
You survive
If you are kind in this cruel world,
You become the victim.
The first part is about someone who is always listening, and feeling like you're being ignored and tossed to the side because people are talking about you when they know that you can hear them, the middle part is about getting hurt from always listening, and the last part is about how often times kind people get hurt more often than cruel people.

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