A Young Hopeful
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Once upon a time,
There was once an old saying:
Reap what you sow.
Eventually you’ll have to face reality,
A reality in which feels like an abyss.
A hot, fiery, deep pit.
The pit in which all of your skeletons lie,
All because you continue to hide them.
If these walls could talk;
They would snitch on you,
And all that was buried will now rise.
All of your lies will come back to haunt you,
Disguised as ghost of your past you try so hard to whisk away.
You bit the hand that fed you,
And now the hand is fighting back.
The red, thick, dripping liquid seeping from your skin,
(The truth will set you free.)
The lump you feel in the back of your throat,
(Karma is making its rounds.)
And the paranoia you feel,
(Just let them out.)
Is all apart of the plan.
There once was an old saying:
Reap what you sow.
Eventually you’ll have to face reality.
You sleep in the bed you’ve made;
And the bed inevitably begins to break.
As the lies continue to build and build,
The fire in the pit will build as well.