Two sides of the war
Make that three
One side is terrifying, dark, makes you question human sanity, makes your question your beliefs of good nature.
One side is kind, forgiving, understandable, trying to truly mediate the situation.
Then there's reality, stuck between the two in a confused and broken mess rotting in place.
The side can't do normal things anymore without suddenly getting anxiety.
The side can't do anything without getting sad about life and it's people.
This side is messed up.
But it's all it's fault.
This side, made a decision, didn't think it through.
They question if they shouldn't have, because they are indeed different, but is this different better?
They have doomed themselves of this constant war.
The mistake, like a daisy between two star-crossed lovers, shall stay within the last side.
Because no one else will understand,
No one else will try to understand
No one else will care.
No one will ever care.
The mistake came with lots, and lots of pain, but lessons as well.
And while this war continues, it is unknown when it'll end, if it'll end
A silent struggle with no end with prosper.
Who will win?
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Flower Poetry
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