We, the Pretenders

Hidden in the open Shadows only within In the light, darkness stays shrouded Posed as flesh – a mask too realistic Until morphed into truth Forgotten secrets and infinite creation

Prediction of Addiction

The soft steps steady still

Uncertain of presence until

Met with the cold tips and warm fill

Then comes the melodious trill

From the first silent step

Is the walk of prediction

What promise to yourself kept?

Move straight to the addiction

As if possessed and unable to derail

Push away the constant nag

Continue and won’t go off the trail

Everything is under control, in the bag

Disregard warning of any means

Wanting so it will come

Who listens when you’re but a teen?

Acting deaf, mute, and dumb

Trekking along so unseen

Adults and kids overlap more than we deem

Still there lays arguments beefed and lean

The true hazard classified a dream

Knew of the drama

Knew of the pain

Knew of the trauma

And wished for the gain

Prediction of addiction proven and correct

Yet still always clueless in almost every sect