My head is pounding in pain.
My body energized with negativity.
Just hoping for the rain.
To wash away all activity.
Some feeding off the attention.
The way to form the movement.
In which we all shall walk and talk.
Uproared voice stinging in my ears.
To stand under the rule.
The leader doesn't follow.
How can that serve as a tool.
I choke back my words and swallow.
How long until everything is lost.
Unfair judgement throughout the day.
Never will it make a winning team.
Noticing a pattern reaccurance.
Watch the calendar as the days pass.
Before some will have had enough.
Not realizing just how fast.
You can lose some in this rough.
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