Don’t you hate
When life is offered
On a silver plate
To those too many
In this weird world
Who could not deserve it less?
They think they are the best
Because life comes so easily
And they are allowed to live
As freely as one could attempt to be
Amidst the chaos and confusion
Suffered by all the rest;
With a flick of the hair
And flash of a smile,
They view refusal
As life’s only trial;
Sickening thought, is it not?
They would sell their souls
For a night of carefree fun
Then turn around and declare
You to be the devil’s spawn;
This irony goes unnoticed
By all except the ones they hurt,
The ones who constantly question
Their importance and self-worth
After being ignored by those
Lavished with attention yet always
Demanding and expecting more;
They are the kings and queens,
And all the rest are the limited pawns.
They will lie and whine and spit
In envious, enraged fits
When one who is smarter, fairer, or the like
Enters into the picture with the greatest grace
Only to be cast down into their snake pit;
“How dare the world,” or so they say,
“Endeavor to find another like me
Then attempt to accuse me
Of petty jealousies?”
These fortunate few know no bounds
And make full use of all the terrain
Then condemn the triumphs of all the rest,
For how could they appear as second best?
They will praise you one moment
And instruct you on how to rightly act
Then play the wounded victim
And ridicule you behind your back;
Don’t you hate
When they berate
All you have strived for, the rewards
Of tribulations strongly endured?
Beauty is pretty unless it is worn by one
Not residing under their selfish sun;
Then it is deemed vanity, and they ask,
“Why would you even try
To compete with me?
Foolish thing, you should know by now,
There is not another more humble or proud.”
Don’t you hate as much as I do
When the lies they cry suddenly become true?
“Is there no justice in this world?” you may ask-
Well, finding it is my chiefest task.
It is not right to so wrongly be condemned
For being competent unlike them
In subjects not regarding self;
When did it become cruel
To want to be my own woman or man?
When did I become vain
For wanting to be acknowledged
Even once along the way?
The rules are decided by those whom life
Has so kindly spared from a second’s strife;
What can one expect of a word so unfair
As to give the greedy all the attention and care?
What of the fallen, the broken, or pained?
What part of them will still remain
After receiving another’s needless share
Of life’s vicious capriciousness and brutality?
I wonder if I will stay the same.
Sounds like someone is not on your good list :). This is an interesting piece filled with emotion. My favorite part of this poem is how smoothly it rhymes, not forced at all. Great work!
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This is so non typical of your poetry @SerenaLantha I had to jump back to your name twice as I read it to make sure that it was indeed written by you............ The manifestations of a sullen poem caused by someone you know give the reader that knows your writing something to think about.......... And if you wrote this off the cuff and are not writing about a specific individual you've thrown me for a loop............ The poem reads wonderfully with many creative lines......... But the game changer here is the question at the end............ "I wonder if I will stay the same?"
Do we ever?
Thanks, @tlhopkinson and @Killerelite Yes, this is definitely not my usual write...I was hesitant about posting it since its purpose is really in the title. Though, thanks for your kind comments! I suppose, yes, it was inspired by a certain individual or two but then when the writing got rolling, I made it more general for those who might relate. The return of school and family and etc.. has now entered into my writing it seems...
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