Where betrayal is breaking just another nail
A generation that has fallen into a completely new lane
Where cans and bottles can suddenly heal pain
People wearing different masks each day to fit the mood
Where the only beauty is really nude
Love overpowered by lust
And fitting in is a must
Where one's misery
Is another's victory
Where one's open doors of happiness
Are shut closed with giant locks of bitterness
Maybe this was not such a good tale after all
© Ayanda Sithole
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Grade 11
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