Personal Literary

Despicable Nature

​The environment is so defiled, you hate what you’ve become.

I ran out of motivation, I ran out of inspiration.

To keep going, one must endure the unjust attention.

Judgmental eyes they bear, 

immature mentality they wear.

How can you hold on to your intergrity?

When people around you grasp for power and authority.

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