Submissions by pseudonymous

Kick up the dirt, defeat.
A rainbow on the concrete.
A red rainbow, so sweet.
Smeared all over the street.

Death in the gloryful win.
Guilt in the happiest grin.
Tragedy smeared in sin.
The border so thin.

The border between genius,
And the insanity consuming us.
Hatred spilling out like puss.
Venom dripping from our cus.

Everyday grows a little more hateful.
Every hour is a little more fateful.
Eternity grows distasteful.
As every war seems so wasteful.

Kick up the dirt at your feet.
The many strangers...

Not every moment of my life is my time.
I have many masks, but this isn't a crime.

No one can see, the smile underneath the frown.
They like to think the world is upside-down.

I can't say they're wrong, that I'm not right.
But I can't say left, when there is a war to fight.

They don't see the truth, only a facade.
But they don't see, it's an uncontrolled masquerade.

One day I might be me, whoever I really am.
One day this person, could be buried in mind quicksand.

But still they judge, won't listen to me...

She stares back at me, With teary eyes,
Her wrists bleeding, and mouth chewing lies.
She stares back at me, With a crumbling soul,
A heart with cracks, and mind black as coal.
She begins to smile, So fragile and weak,
Turns into a frown, Tears stain her cheek.
Love and happiness is her only desire,
But she spat words and now she's a liar!
Hated by the world for a silly mistake,
Look at the mess you bullies can make!
Her mirror a mess on the cement floor,
She digs in shards and blood starts to pour.
She sees her reflection and a smile...

Look in the mirror, who am I?
I don't remember who I am inside.
I could be someone, someone important.
I could be no one, an orphan.
I can't recall, this face of mine.
Who am I? I can't define.

People on the streets, bid me hello.
I reply. Are they someone I know?
They could be anyone, anyone indeed.
They could be no one, no one to me.
I can't recall their faces,
Who am I to forget their good graces.

I could be faceless and voiceless,
My good life could be choiceless.
What I hear and what I see,
Could be...