Stoic

You can’t complain and show no signs of strain,
You tolerate mediocrity because political agendas don’t motivate your drive.
Somewhere down the line you forgot how to strive,
Just existing not knowing you’re alive,
Lost your worth a diamond in the rough,
Feeling pressure with your back against the wall.
Acceptance of the bare minimum,
The distorted portrayal called happiness,
Societal confidence is what you’re deprived,
So darkness is where you thrive.
Wake up before it’s too late,
That prideful feeling of strength,
No vulnerability its congratulated with the term “raw”,
But laying on your death bed remembering what if’s looks like,
Settling isn’t a hard one to call.

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