It’s hard to see your whole world, fall apart around you
Like the explosion of planets, the crumbling earth charred and the once blue sky blanketed by a deathly fog.
It’s hard to love someone, who refuses to love you back.
The heart begins to pound rapidly, but not in the way lovers find fond. It’s the disbelief and defeatment of life and love; where your heart rips slowly, the gruesome pain of it exploding in your chest while hot tears stream down your face.
It’s hard to be honest, when all you know are lies
The spider continues to spin its magnificent web of beauty and perfection, until he trips, he tries to cover up the falter, the flaw, but it only keeps growing, a hole of total ugliness in the midst of complete beauty.
It’s hard to please when the ones you love don’t think you’re good enough
They fight and fight, the offspring and his father, if he shall not prevail victor, he will die, useless and unworthy of life. He will die just as the moon does when slain by the sun’s sharp rays.
It’s hard to live when all you want to do is die.
If the monarch does fly there, to that faraway place of warmth and contentment, she will enter a deep consuming, coma of a sleep, just to wake and try to reach her lost home, the place she once knew. But die before she reaches that point.
It’s hard to be you, when all you want to do is to be anyone or anything, but yourself. The make-up that masks the faces of actors on a stage, the gossipers who feel it essential to have bitter drama in ones life but their own. The constant wanting of things that don’t belong to you or that you don’t even need.
But, to some degree, the wanting of feelings and emotions, the possession of a conscience, the knowing of pain and sorrow; joy and happiness
The knowledge and understanding of love.
And the continuation of being yourself through all of those trials and tribulations,
Is what truly makes one human, no matter how hard it is to be one.
Like the explosion of planets, the crumbling earth charred and the once blue sky blanketed by a deathly fog.
It’s hard to love someone, who refuses to love you back.
The heart begins to pound rapidly, but not in the way lovers find fond. It’s the disbelief and defeatment of life and love; where your heart rips slowly, the gruesome pain of it exploding in your chest while hot tears stream down your face.
It’s hard to be honest, when all you know are lies
The spider continues to spin its magnificent web of beauty and perfection, until he trips, he tries to cover up the falter, the flaw, but it only keeps growing, a hole of total ugliness in the midst of complete beauty.
It’s hard to please when the ones you love don’t think you’re good enough
They fight and fight, the offspring and his father, if he shall not prevail victor, he will die, useless and unworthy of life. He will die just as the moon does when slain by the sun’s sharp rays.
It’s hard to live when all you want to do is die.
If the monarch does fly there, to that faraway place of warmth and contentment, she will enter a deep consuming, coma of a sleep, just to wake and try to reach her lost home, the place she once knew. But die before she reaches that point.
It’s hard to be you, when all you want to do is to be anyone or anything, but yourself. The make-up that masks the faces of actors on a stage, the gossipers who feel it essential to have bitter drama in ones life but their own. The constant wanting of things that don’t belong to you or that you don’t even need.
But, to some degree, the wanting of feelings and emotions, the possession of a conscience, the knowing of pain and sorrow; joy and happiness
The knowledge and understanding of love.
And the continuation of being yourself through all of those trials and tribulations,
Is what truly makes one human, no matter how hard it is to be one.
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