How they see us

People are running from the truth
Refusing to do anything that makes them see me and you
Joking about us is fine
But the minute they see our scars
They act as if we all died
No need to pull a string to see if they
Have something to give
they are still searching, but using different
Tools,
And they will never hesitate to
Lie To
You
Hide your hands for fear of someone shaking them
Sit in your little groups with your possessive friends
You make jokes about suicide but become faint
When I mention
That I almost died
It's like mocking ghosts when you know their there
Someone will always search them eventually
But then it's too late, they victimize, they are free
Nobody ever jokes about those that are alright, because
The truth is we're all straying from the light
Some of us make it more real, those of us like me
Some of them make smoke clouds so thick,
They can't see reality
And then when hands are reached,
When intervention is offered,
All they do is make jokes about the animals they slaughtered
Why am I laughing?
Why do I smile?
I think I know these means to the end are not worthwhile
Walk along this path I sought,
Only to paint the stones
We're all headed the same place,
Naturally or on our own
Everyone here is lying,
It's how we try to cope
And I can't lie, I do try,
But falsehoods were never comfortable inside my
Palette
But other people, they reach out,
They truly must have it
How are their hands so greedy,
Every day they grab it
Others are overflowing, Some are bleeding out
There's no sense in changing it,
When we are all empty and in doubt,
Broken-
Drinking or binging
Screaming or whinging,
Singing or sinning
We are all seething
and we are all believing
That we know how to get out