Losing Touch in Ourselves

Our minds plagued with glass and light

Looking down at the world and losing touch with sight 

I am... nobody to society based on this reality

But merely someone they see walking down the halls 

 

I am... extrodinary, compassionate, and intelligent

While the screens consume eyes, I make a differance with actions

Helping others in the classroom is who I am

Being valedictorian and evolving the community is who I am 

 

The world is revolving to a state devour

I am... the one to make a differance

That nobody will change society

I am... not consumed to society's unwritten rules

But merely the renegade to make an impact to this world 

 

 

  

 

  

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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