People are like mosaics of everything they're witnessed,
But people are scared of getting involved with any misery business.
People deal with one another by hiding all their flaws,
They bare their teeth and point their horns, they ready all their claws.
People are covered, layer by layer, 'till there's nothing left to see.
And when these covers begin to unravel, all they can do is flee.
People are filled with prejudice, their hearts are filled with hate,
Because it's so hard to love and care for the things that you create.
Friendships dangle invitingly, just to flee when we're not looking,
People pretend to give you choice 'till they force the plans they're booking.
It's crazy to me how people fight instead of working through their issues,
Instead of putting forth the time and effort to better the life they're issued.
YOU ARE READING
Yours Truly, Me.
Poetry" I can lie just like they tell me, or I can break this crazy spell/ I can fake my way to heaven, or take my sorry ass to hell, " -Yours Truly, Me.
