impact - a w i t c h

i dare you.

dare you to take a step back from your bigotry,
to take off that mask and look me dead
in the eyes.

try not to cringe when the light seeps
into your soul, and there's nowhere
but their heaven for you to die.

dead, left for nothing in their solitude-
another forgotten and worthless patient
for them to break before they've patched you up.

you'll be broken, choking as they force-feed
you happiness on a cracked, broken platter.
and you scream for help, but you don't know-
because it doesn't matter

to them because they're just a bunch of blind doctors,
looking for a cure for your innocence and sorrow
when really they could do with some medicine themselves.

abandoned on a collapsing operating table,
their fluids still rushing through your veins.

slowly, a painful smile
begins to form.

you stand, taking a white coat from one
of your so-called 'doctors'

and you walk out into the residual air around you,
inhaling the fumes of a beaten generation.