Hiding

A Poem by Anonymous

The reality of our world.

It used to be an insipid game

One we would do for fun

Teacher thought it kept us tame

God only knows what we've begun

I guess it's been instilled in all of us

That it's okay to run and hide

But if you ask me

We use it as a way to protect our pride

Instead of saying what's truly in our hearts

We hide behind what comforts us

This truly where blasphemy starts

At only age six

We begin this filthy obsession

It starts with the cliques

Which ignites our aggression

By thirteen we are so far gone

Insecurities through the roof

We lay awake until dawn

You're fifteen before you know it

Feeling more lost than ever

Trying not to quit

Giving your heart to whoever

As years pass

And your vision of the world becomes narrow

The more and more familiar

That ancient game becomes

You ask yourself "Have I been here before?"

When a younger you comes knocking at your door

Begging you to quit hiding

You are eighty now and full of regret

Wishing you had taken the blinders off years ago

Because nothing has made you more upset

Than the way you were so shallow

As you lay on your death bed

You have one final wish

That the children of tomorrow

Do not have to hide

© 2017 Anonymous

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Yuri Landis

Not bad at all by no stretch. However I do gripe with the how the rhyme scheme seems to fall apart near the end. It just seems a tad bit odd when the rest of the poem is structured so properly with its rhyme. However, I love the questioning self-doubt motif that is apparent throughout. it seems to push me, as the reader, to think more about my actions that I take and whether not I'm truly happy with my current path and actions.