RANT ABOUT LIFE
What's the meaning of life? The beautiful trees? The fine vegetation? Or the fake Smile we wear?
Like I expect you to give me a perfect or real definition. When all that's in my head is also in your head.
Wow! I want to say the words that I am being such a bitch but that will be so derogatory to me.
I asked you about the meaning of life. When I don't the meaning of a thing. Like I do I have to know the meaning of me and why I am here living.
Living, in a competition for the free air with you. Is the air really free? Or I am just being a dumb little girl as always?
What's really free when we have to work, fight in order to live? Do we actually have the right to live? When we hustle, struggle, and labor for our own survival?
Wait a moment let's talk about the fake us. Living and fronting our dream life in the face of others. Why can't we show the world our real selves? If we are actually free to live?
What do I know? What really do we know about life when we can't show the world our broken selves and damaged souls?
We keep hiding under the cloud of perfection guess it tastes so good living a fake life. We smile during the day and at night cry our eyes red.
I am sorry I may be wrong about you but this certainly may be right about me. Let me tell you my words because I want to voice my hearts with my little poetry piece. Forgive me for I may not be your favorite poet.
I am burning in flames
Living in total obscurity
My soul is fighting
My eyes in dim
I got blisters
Hidden from the eyes
I sin against myself
Each day I commit perjury
Not to the Law court
But to myself
After each promise to be sincere.
I am fading
The snow is falling on me
To give me cold chills
Not to calm my nerves
But to weaken my spirit
My eyes are blurry
But you won't see them
For I am happy but sad
Living but dying