Hey guys,
In this poem I try to shed light on the outside influences that play a major role in our decision. External influences, that some how get implanted (and accepted as our own. yikes!)
Till next time,
Justin
Groomed
by Justin Gil
I hate this life we've been groomed to want; devoid of sunlight with closed blinds and fake air, monochromatic walls as bland and unnoticed as the stress that kills us all. that's your reward for listening, for being a good boy; you have a life and a family you don't want.
This poem was first published in I Don’t Belong Here and Neither Do You