It's funny how we humans are so quick to mention,
everybody's imperfections in a four dimension.
How we pinpoint their mistakes and then try to correct 'em,
while we struggle with our own but just chose to neglect 'em.
I don't understand the brain and we choose for it to work.
I don't understand these voices in my head that make me hurt
I don't understand those type of people that just go out of their way
To make all of those around experience their pain.
It's sickening to realise that sick people do exit
Those type of sick people who consistently persist
Persist unhappiness in others to really make 'em tick
Tick the little boxes in their head
- they've made a list -
A list of the things that make us happy, make us sad
A list of all the things to make us unfortunately glad;
Glad it wasn't us... coz they were more prepared
Prepared for all the things that we could never bare
Because we're weak, we're vulnerable - but we'll never let it show
We'll put on a facade of a constant joyful glow
We'll glow from the outside, but the smile won't reach our eyes
Coz while you see us smiling, we really wanna cry.
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PoetryA lot of my poems will probably be triggering...but I guess that is kind of the point. What's the point of a poem if it doesn't trigger you. If I do, then I guess it has done its job to reach whoever needs to reach it. Everything here is completely...
