The Angel Within (COMPLETED)

questions

Why give your heart to someone willingly, when it doesn't matter to someone else.
Why love abundantly,
when it's not returned truthfully.
See I have questions that the universe can't answer because no one told me that this would be so dense.
When I search for the best and gets nothing but disappointments,
heartache but unless I play myself for a fool unless I act selflessly,
I will never know what love is.
So I have questions when some play you for a fool and others play a game of heartbreak, how do you stay sane.
How does it feel to be bigger than hate,
how do you resist temptation,
sin,
when love isn't near.
Why play a game of hiding and seeking approval when someone else livelihood is at stake,
why bet against the unfortunate.
Why do we call it a game when love is involved, why is this love to begin with because this isn't a game, with your life, with your heart.
Here's the thing that no one ever told you, this is inhumane,
this is Crass but that's sad and true because some of us are heartless.
You wouldn't know how to distinguish one trait from another unless you've learned from experience,
but not everyone’s true is believable,
for we are not the same.
Being fortunate enough for someone to tell you their truth deserves praise,
more then a hug,
more than a pat on the back,
courageous even but the facts remain,
you shouldn't believe all that you are thought.
Not all of us lives longer to tell our story,
god forbid that you wanted to test the waters unaware of what lurks into the shadows,
then you are lost to this world and its undeniable beauty.
Nethverless they can judge from the outside, from the clothes you wear,
to your hair,
the people you admire,
to the awkward kids that you became friends with and your klutzy personality.
you can dream big,
dream often because your dreams are the window to your soul,
explore your secrets,
your denial bodaciously and fight for what you stand for,
your dislike,
your flaws, your life,
you're love because you earned it and no one is perfect.
I wish someone would have told me to be prudent before I explore this world before I said yes to life because am scared because am exhausted.
Why am I so scared,
why am I so lonely,
intimidated by my peers, because of the pressure to be perfect.
The pressure alone is enough to make you crack, to lose it all in one day because my mind isn't as strong as it used to and my heart won't take it any longer in this idiotic society.
From an angel to a pure demon over the course of what seems to be an eternity because they've caused you to change, but it's been long since you've seen your true colors, this is the face of hate.
This is the face of deception,
manipulations,
Why is this ok,
why is this our reality,
Is this what it feels like to be alive,
is this what it feels like being selfless.
We all want to change the world,
so why does it mean changing ourselves for someone that barely appreciates it?
They are frauds,
but we claim to love them,
was this what you wanted,
was this who I was meant to be,
Now I have questions,
who are you and what makes you smile. What’s the fine line between love and hate, why do you love him,
why do you hate her and why isn't this easier to understand.
Why is love so complicated,
why can't we be honest,
why do we lie,
why do we dream, why do we have nightmares,
why do we do the things that were thought without questions because we can,
because its true,
because of our ancestors,
because we are humans,
because we love one another too quick to judge,
because we hate one another when we feel threatens.
Just because we can, doesn't mean we should,
Just because you should,
doesn't mean its an option but it all comes down to an unreasonable solution.
No one would like to point the fingers at another accusing them of denial placing them through senseless trials, Hoping that they are innocent or guilty so they can keep their compensation and sleep peacefully unaware of their demons.
Your situation is the same, insane because your child demands a bed story at night, we want to protect their innocence, so we lie to make ourselves feel better, to raise their expectations but they are children.
why ruin them while they are young but wait till they turn eighteen and unravel the true, we are ruined but some of us are smarter than you deranged adults.
We learn, we are your past but not your future, just because there's a glance of similarity, we aimed to be better, we must aim to be different.
we are all guilty, why not expect it, accept it
Embrace it because this is our reality.