We work.
And work.
Again.
And again.
All for the chance
Of being accepted.
By those of which
Couldnt care less.
The fear,
Of being rejected,
Haunts us,
Keeps us up at night.
We know,
And we are told.
We do not need
The acceptance of others.
Only those
Who cherish you
And hold you dear.
Those who love you.
And whom
Accept you
For who you really are
And love you for it.
But we constantly
Deny and ignore
The truth about life.
And live beneath the lies
To hide what we truly are.
We work.
And work.
To hide the faults
And show the triupmhs.
YOU ARE READING
The Depths Of Reality
PoesíaWhat do you see when you look into the mirror? Do you accept what you see? Or do you try to blur out the truth by believing lies that others tell you and that you tell yourself. I hope you find yourself reading this, and reflect on your life.
