No one is strong
everyone is weak
No one is outgoing
everyone is meek
No ones ever brave
they just lie and shriek
No one ever wins
we all face defeat
there is no thing as strength
Everyone is lying
and those who claim to be strong
are the weakest in the line
they take anothers strength
and use it in their time
and their weakness is revealed
in their time of dying
nobody is ever friendly
thats just how they're shown
to act to another person
whom they've never known
being outgoing is a lie
that some have made their own
but inside, like you and i
they want to be left alone
bravery is a lie
that hides in cowardaces core
it can be broken in battle
or when its one step more
it is like a sand built mask
against a ocean shore
that were told to put on
the moment we are born
winning is irrelevant
We all lose in the end
there will always be that one last wound
that will refuse to mend
we take our battles to our grave
and the trouble that they rend
and never realise its all for naught
noone can beat the trend
maybe weve been lied to
or its all mispercieved
but it seems that whats worth fighting for
is all for naught to me
All the things weve known
have no relevant meaning
and have as much sustenance
as the poem that im writing
YOU ARE READING
In My Head
PoetryA collection of my poetry. there is no rhyme or reason between them, they are simply there because i wrote them and needed a place for them to go. i know, my grammar sucks. also, there will be updates whenever i write more poetry.
