Sleepless Thoughts

Everybody breaks
They are bruised, beaten, and abused
From the moment we are born
We are conditioned to die

Such lovely prospects
Laid out on a horizon
tempting us like diamonds
but shattering like glass

Judged by our potential
Such a false ideal
Once lost
Tossed aside like broken toys

Discrimination against the smallest things
Friends, Religion, Even the color of our skin
Yet those that are perfect
Are also the worst

Where will you go when you die
a place in the sky
Or a coffin
Rotting in the ground