This is a little something i wrote when i was going through a rough patch. Hope you guys enjoy it
Where We Are Born
We are all born,
Placed in these tiny hovels
Yet we are unable to do
Anything, much less escape it.
We say we're fine with it,
But really we aren't.
"It happens all the
Time,
I've become
desensitized to it."
We tell ourselves these lies.
We make it seem as though
We aren't sensitive,
Yet your words pierce
And slice through,
Much like a switch blade
Rips through cardboard.
Surely you must enjoy it.
Enjoy seeing the anguished
Distraught, Demolished, Disabled
Faces of your hapless victims.
If not, why would you do it?
Why toy with our fragile hearts?
Why raise our hopes and dreams
So, so high only to drop it so fast,
Smashing it to smithereens.
I should have learned by now.
I'm sorry for not realizing it sooner.
I want nothing more than to blame you,
But I shan't.
I just want you to see your actions
From my clearly biased perception.
All I wanted was a sentence or two.
All I needed was an explanation,
A reason. It didn't need to make sense;
It just needed to be there.
But you gave none,
So now I lay here distraught
When I know I shouldn't be.
I sit here confused and saddened,
While I should be laughing and enlightened.
I don't know what to do
With this mess you've left.
I guess I'll just start cleaning again.
Purify my hovel
And crawl back into it
Till the next time.