It’s ironic how life can be happy, then it’s sad
We want only to see good and not the bad
Ignore the bad! One day it will go away!
But what if the bad decides to stay?
We talk and do nothing but move our fingers
On a keyboard that is often times a trigger
Of words which may be deleted
We write with passion as our fingers are heated
But in life we smile and speak less
Always presenting ourselves as the best
Of who can keep it together the most
Let’s take a selfie, strike a pose
We hold it all in, no one cares
Say you have a problem I dare
You to help fix it? You probably could!
But why … when I’m good.
The problem escalates, it gets to your door
You try to pick yourself up off the floor
Rape, murder, theft
How did it get to me, it leaves me bereft
Of soul I can no longer cope
I lock myself off, hand me a rope
Kill or be killed
I choose the former
So the problem remains over and over
We sit and let things go by
That limb is way too high
Who will save me, you’re the lucky one
What’s past is past, what’s done is done
What if the past thought the same?
Would we be happy from whence we came?
Christians, Muslims, Heathens alike
Pushing and shoving to look like
Other people rather than themselves
They put each other on shelves
But who are these people one might say
It’s just a different mask, just a different day
Who knows what’s behind them behind those teeth
Those dead eyes that sheath
The truth from their own soul, they refuse
To acknowledge the truth so they abuse
Others, themselves, they find comfort
For the bruised heart they hide behind a fort
Of possessions and events and what can be seen
Strip them bare, they wouldn’t be so keen
To unleash what is there, for fear
Of hurt from those they hold dear
Which may extend to the human race
But at all costs one must save face
By any means by every word spoken
Kind words would be a token
Of self one is willing to give
But those who partake must pass through a sieve
Of unending Shrove
But what about love
Love is kind, but to whom? When is it convenient
To sacrifice oneself for the happiness of another transient
Love is grand and unending
Love is everything but starts within.
When that is truly attained
Only truth will remain.