What's Real Is In Your Face Poem by heroine bard

When you were younger,
You thought you knew everything.
There's nothing you know now.
So don't expect to live again, somehow.
You have fire the ice,
And sweetened what's not nice.
A success, you were
But now you're just a blur.
In a crawling motion, beg for mercy.
The world is in control of the notion
And you're the one who can't see
That there's more than one thing.
So that's why I sing.
Coward out into lack of dignity.
I'm not your help,
I'm not setting you free.

Now, someway you can find a place
Where it's not so bad and ugly in your face.
Disappoint yourself, you will,
Only if you give up and stand still