"Just Writing. Just another day."

What's going on?
What's wrong?
Running the race to settle the score.
Struggling through fight as if there's nothing more.

What's gotten into you?
You used to be so true.
Now you just follow the crowd.
Are their voices simply too loud?

How can you not understand?
Too caught up to lend a hand?
Life's taking you over fast.
Then you were first, but soon to be last.

Are the judgements too much?
Are you too afraid to touch;
The light of what's honest?
Are you simply being modest?

Why do you look so defeated?
It's begun closing in and you've receeded.
Do the arrows from their hearts still pierce your soul?
When you fell, what was it they stole?

So what's going on?
What's wrong?
You're like a puppet on their strings.
Worrying about these worldly things.

Seems I've taken the fall too,
So have many, not the few.
Start planning before it's too late,
Maybe then, you'll escape the fate.

~Amanda J. G.~