OK, so I had to write this stupid poem for my writing class, and it's due tomorrow. But the problem is, I have no idea what to call it. Under ordinary circumstances I would just label it "Untitled" and shove it away somewhere, but my teacher says it has to have a title. And, according to her, "Untitled" is not a title.
So, any and all opinions on what it could be called would be greatly appreciated.
Use your eyes to follow the lies,
The glamorized, the suicides.
The world has forgotten that we’re all the same,
They’re dividing and hiding and shifting the blame.
Feeling victorious while losing the game.
The teen queens, those who rule the scene,
Carefully crafted through sales and marketing.
They’re selling the products without doing a thing.
There’s people sleeping on secrets and sleeping in streets.
They’re becoming more bitter with every defeat,
A little less hopeful each time their heart beats.
A flower is dying, the garden’s anarchic.
Formerly a safe place, a haven, euphoric.
Now it’s too rationing, and overruled by the skeptic.
Sometimes I wish it would all disappear
The record erased, the skies bright and sheer.
But there won’t be a future if the past wasn’t clear.
So open your mind and unravel the ties
Cut all the bonds if you want to survive.
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