Suppress and cope,
 suppress and hope—
 survive the slope
 as clarity slips.
 Picture-perfect,
 but none of it true.
 We inherit a lie
 we're molded into.

 Mesmerizing ideals
 of how it should be—
 a flawless image
 we’ll never see.
 The exponential opportunity
 sold as fate,
 but most arrive
 too late.

 Sunder the lines
 that stole your voice,
 destroy your being,
 but make the choice.
 For what you are,
 you must define—
 dig through the silence,
 search inside.

 The learning curve
 below my feet—
 cliffs of failure,
 peaks of deceit.
 The climb is blind,
 the path unsure,
 but in the fall
 we find the cure.

 Genetic lottery—
 a cruel design.
 Most will break,
 a few will shine.
 The stakes were set
 before we breathed,
 the dice were thrown
 before we knew the game.

 Suppress and cope,
 suppress and hope—
 there is no map,
 There is no rope.
 The truth you hold
 is buried thin—
 most will lose,
 but some might win.