The Quiet Ones

They sit and yell and gossip
But what are they really saying?
Are they saying anything? 
When the day is done and the parties are over,
The glam and the high is past
What do they really think about late at night
How much they have accomplished ?
The number of people they have diminished?
Or their high school legacy
All the while the brains of the society sit aside 
Watching, observing, predicting
They know 
They know.
They have observed the weak trump the strong 
The dumb oppose the brilliant
And they become cynicists
Realists 
Pessimists 
They're all analogous anyhow.

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741