I've been thinking a lotta about change,
And isolation
And the game that we are playing.
It's called life and man does it suck
It'll kick you in the ass soon as you get back up.
And when you're tired, and hurt, and you're scared
Forever impaired the world doesn't care,
Cuz you're on your own.
We're not living in each other's lives, we're just living at the same time.
So why bother with friends and with family
When the truth is there's no one standing next to me.
I'd rather die then forever be scared of living my life- impaired.
Impaired by the isolation across every nation
How we live knowing others are dying and we don't care
As long as it's not me, and I'm safe and the people I say I "care for" are sheltered from the true war.
The war of life that people are suffering
That people are scouring
Outpouring all the children from the mother land
And we've got no plan
Not to save them, because we're too caught up in how to save us,
But from what? We're not the ones who've been straight through hell and back
Who've been under attack from our own people, our own countries, our own love.
Yet we still only care for us
And as I say these words it occurs to me, that this is me. This is what I do, how I see. I'm not suffering. I'm worrying about mundane things that won't matter in a few years.
A few months, because I won't be here. I'll be off collecting my gain from others losses.
But that's the problem you see, that's why I've come to this point where I'm questioning the very essence of my purpose here.
Was it for nothing? It can't be right? I can't let it be? I can't change, but if I don't then "I'll miss an opportunity" right?
That's what they say to me, that I've got to make something out of me
So I can be better than the others, better then they were. But I don't want to, I don't want to leave. I don't want to change, what if I become not me?
So do I leave? Or do I stay, and face the consequence of my negligence to my intelligence that should've been given to a different me.
One that's stronger and willing to fight for me, not my relationships with others.
But that's me, and I'm tired of denying it.
I want to say I've seen some shit, but nothing can compare to what the others have been through.
The ones were taking advantage of.
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Poems From The Heart
PoetryA series of poems about myself, love, and fear. It seems monsters lurk around every corner of life.
