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we want our friends flawed

masks in mirrors

we want our egos raw

our vanities

our errors

mirrors and masks

reflected back

to let us know

it’s OK

that

when we attack

it’s just the pack

speaking well

don’t you know

it’s just the snow

it’s the winding road that’s low

a golden rule

written anew

a golden rule

to do unto others

what has been done

to

you

A battle for the heights of pride

buy the ticket

take the ride

safe, we find

and it’s safe, agreed

safety 

is what means to me

to turn my back

on common cause

the things I lack

my innumerable flaws

written down and written true

what does this poem mean to you?

Author's Note

Not great writing, but you know...

Reviews

[Lorry]

It means to me that any flaws are blamed on the pack mentality of life that we learn from day one of school and never actually remember to drop out from.
We are very flawed beasts and knowing that helps to be less flawed i suppose, although knowing we don't have to join the pack mentality for the sake of likes is more importanter... as well as knowing we have flaws, which is of most importantation! 😀

[John Sullivan]

Very much written with a certain sort of person in mind... unfortunately a few too many of which are in my private life. We are all flawed, there's nothing wrong with that... it's the tribalism, as you've touched on, that can form. I wonder sometimes if that's a very... American thing or if you can see it everywhere. Anyways. Lovely to hear from ya, Lorry. Hope things are well on your side of the ocean.