Humans,
They are strange and fragile things.
But,
What can confuses me most is the way they judge.
They are quick to judge and complain.
Expect that if they try a little,
Everything would work out in the end.
But they are wrong,
Utterly, completely wrong,
To have everything you must fight,
Tooth and nail.
Never give up.
No matter what lies ahead.
Except even that is a lie.
As sad and hurtful as this may sound,
Everything you love,
Everything you worked hard for,
Could be ripped away in a heartbeat,
And all you can do is pray.
Pray that everything will be alright.
That all of this is a sick nightmare your mind made,
But,
Its not.
Its reality.
In the end your thrown away,
Thrown away like your toy car or dolly,
That you once had when you were young,
Left alone because you lost interest.
Now you are that dolly,
That dolly in the dump,
With only hope that tomorrow will be better,
And maybe it will.
YOU ARE READING
Don't Look Me in the Eye
PoetryNot just poems anymore, I guess. More like little things where I have no place for them. Basically the poems/short stories/rambles that appear in my head that I have to write down. Enjoy? Trigger warning, I think. Sorry for changing the title a lot...
