Words can be bullets
When fired from the wrong gun
Dangerous weapons
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Words can be bullets
When fired from the wrong gun
Dangerous weapons
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
More schoolyard antics
With name calling and punches
Unpresidential
It doesn’t seem to matter
To the ignorant voter
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What’s happened to us
Prepubescent politics
Make us laughingstocks
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
By D. R. DiFrancesco
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Its a masquerade,
Decorated in random shades of color,
All to hide the true self from you.
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I am ashamed of the real me,
For what reason I do not know,
Afraid I might be thought less of.
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Oh the pure foolishness,
A game played solely in my mind,
Grounded in a child’s fantasy.
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The excruciating pain of insecurity,
Every face a mirrored distortion of me,
Laughing, whispering, looking away.
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They avert their eyes,
As if glimpsing some hideous monster,
There’s nowhere to hide.
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What a horrible delusion,
I fabricate my own nightmares,
Without the comfort of slumber.
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Travails have haunted me,
Ripping confidence asunder,
Though time after time I’ve overcome.
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So ingrained is this sense of doubt,
It is woven into my being,
Like an old friend I could scarcely do without.
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Still each new day is a struggle,
A torment to beat back,
Another chance for me to rise above myself.
Image: Standford University