my future

I am not what I once was

introduce new distractions

increased subtraction

from action,

reaction

becoming bad habits

hapiness and a want for joy

are not worth th feeling of emotions

the are not what the workforce employs

without alack of devtion

for forward motion

static

heard on dramatic

radio stations

from a nation

who puts money

above happy

who makes me study

for a bright and better future

but i don't want a smile held together

by my 12 year degree and medical sutures

hard work isn't supposesd

to come with a cost

but it seems nobody knows

what is lost

in hours of study

perfection and repetition til my hands are bloody

this isn't just playing a game 

it's my new name

It's on repeat in my brain

I'm the darkest pretender

Remember

This war only ends when one of us surrenders

I'll giveup what I find most important

All my natural instincts put on dormant

To spite

What I hate

My undeniable fate.

 

 

  

This poem is about: 
Me

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