Just a new poem from me.. Written during one of my 'down' moments. Sorry for the dark theme. Never intended it to be, just that is what flows from the dark crevice that science call our mind. Read at your own expense.
Things We Make Believe
. . o . .
i keep on trying
striving so hard
to keep it from falling
like teardrops from the sky
i wanted to understand
and sometimes its easy
but its difficult to accept
and more so to comply
seeing the lively people around
flying, dancing gracefully about
i try to reach out a hand
but butterflies never last long
i tried to pretend
and it felt so good
but it was not the same thing
as it was still a lie
all the things that people see
all the great things that they hear
sometimes its so easy to forget
that not all is as good as it seems
no matter what it comes to
and where it finally leads me
it was sometimes better to know
that the elusive dream might never be
striving so hard
to keep it from falling
like teardrops from the sky
i wanted to understand
and sometimes its easy
but its difficult to accept
and more so to comply
seeing the lively people around
flying, dancing gracefully about
i try to reach out a hand
but butterflies never last long
i tried to pretend
and it felt so good
but it was not the same thing
as it was still a lie
all the things that people see
all the great things that they hear
sometimes its so easy to forget
that not all is as good as it seems
no matter what it comes to
and where it finally leads me
it was sometimes better to know
that the elusive dream might never be
. . o . .
Thanks for reading.
