Random thoughts

Poem-ish: Chameleon

This world is selfish, evil, and hungry. This world we live in will always ask for more and will never be satisfied. You keep giving and giving and when you have nothing more to give, it asks for your corpse. You can't please everyone. There will always be someone whose personality clashes with yours, who gets annoyed with everything you do, or just hates you for the sake of it. You can never please everyone. Change for someone, and somebody else doesn't like the new you. It's a cruel cycle that never ends. In the end, you become a human chameleon, instantly changing yourself to adapt to a new environment for survival. And you don't know what colour a chameleon was before it started changing, don't know what it looked like under that new skin. A chameleon changes quickly, shedding its skin, everything it was, and changing into a different person. You have changed so many times you do not know who you are under all those layers of pretence. You reach deep inside your very being and all you find are more layers of artificial skin, all completely different versions of you. You have changed so much it is impossible to knock down every person you have tried to be to find yourself. And still, it's not enough. You are still searching for that perfect skin you can drape around yourself, that perfect you who will please everyone, because you're in too deep to back out now. When you build a fortress around your core, it is hard for anyone to enter, as it is hard for anyone to leave. Instead of barricading yourself in to keep the pain out, you have trapped yourself with yourself. You are the one who's destroying yourself with your thoughts of never being good enough. You don't need to please everyone to be pleased because you don't owe them anything.

This world is selfish, evil and hungry. It will always ask for more and will never be satisfied. You keep giving and giving and when you have nothing more to give, it asks for your corpse.You have given them everything, and now you have nothing left to give. Love yourself, respect yourself, fight for yourself and when they come knocking, asking for your dead body, you break down every facade you've ever built, every version of you that has been shown to the world and hand it to them but do not give them who you are because there is no corpse to give. You are living, breathing. You are human, untainted by the cruelty of the world. When they come for you, be ready to accept yourself for who you are. You are in there, somewhere, deep inside every face you've worn, inside every protective wall you've built around yourself. Find yourself. Let the walls crumble, because you do not need a fortress to hide yourself from the world. Let yourself out, see the world for what it truly is. Capture the wonderful moments in life, shrug off the bad ones. Take in all the world has to offer because it's your turn to take what you deserve. Let the facades go, for the world will never truly have you.

So it's a thing I wrote... Haha.