It's hard to see
The cold truth of reality
When all we want is given
Nothing to be earned
No mystery stays hidden
We all want to be
Known as somebody
To have someone to believe in
Only to blame our failures
On them in the end
'Cause we thank ourselves for the successes
they may have guided us with
State it like I have a choice
I'll follow blindly
Since it seems I matter
Take it from me
In what would be
Cold-heartedly
And I'll fight till there is
no breath to breathe
We all want a place
Somewhere to call home
Somewhere we can do what we want
We feel that right is ours to own
We are blind to the fact
It hardly ever matters
People don't care when there is something to get
We fall down this cliff, heels over head
Aiming for something more
Only to watch it
From the loss effect of our hard work
Why fight for others
When I can fight for me
I come first, they come second
But when they come for me
There'll be no force to be reckoned
YOU ARE READING
Simply Poetic
PoetryMiscellaneous rhythms and meanings meant to convey feelings and thoughts, maybe they'll make you think, maybe they'll make you wonder what's wrong with me, maybe you'll even enjoy them. Simply put, it is my attempt at good poetry
