A perfect entity
of perfect beauty
It seems so false in my mind
at times I can't believe
what my brain thinks it sees
Prove this is real
Prove how I feel
Hushed like the trees
In the wind
In the breeze
And I can't take pain
Like they say
And I crawl back to place
But I refuse to be brought by them
There empty words
This is who I am
This is what I do
So just fu** all of you
It feels so surreal
I want it so real
This isn't me
This isn't you
This isn't people
All people now A days
Are just shells of their former self
Bring us back
Raise our flag
Give it back
What I once had
Made me happy
now makes me sad
Pull me though
make it true
Like a dove I fly
into the wind
only to be pushed down
I'm not that strong anyway
oh well this is what i had to say
"All people now A days
Are just shells of their former self"
Sometimes it is so hard to differentiate between what is real and what is not in the present. Not many people know how to be true to themselves anymore, its all about putting on an act. When will people change?
Loved this poem.