A funny way to put it

They always knew it would be like this.

Always trapped behind a solid glass door, sealed tight.

They'd always known this,

Always.

It was like being stabbed in the back with a long blunt stick.

At the end of the stick is all of truth hidden form me.

The further the stick dug into my back the more the pain of realisation seared towards the surface.

It was a blunt process for an reality not so blunt.

It had always been like this and always was going to be,

Always.

Everything had always been here.

Everything had always been hidden.

It was a truth of bad people with blunt messages.

Always dying to be heard amongst a cloud of innocence and despair.

I was always meant to be blindly exposed to world so blunt.

Filled with blunt people living blunt lives.

They'll always live on like this.

Always.

A constant.

Like the invariability of what was, what is, and what will be.

Always changing but always the same.

It's the day the rain came down to flood the evil away and the day the evil was just another besides millions.

God seemed like nothing other than a message post waiting to be the lease for nerves, anxiety, and faith.

But I was left amongst the barren world with a billion others for a crowded landscape.

It is here we will argue always whether or not the sky is green or red.

It is here that my eyes were always shielded from.

Always.

Reviews

[julia senpai]

im in love with your writing

[Anti Phalanx]

Thanks, that means a lot! Seriously. It's not all like this though, I warn you.

[TheHubbleNation]

Your title is misleading. Here's me expecting a light-hearted muse and BOOM! you hit me with some profound stuff (stuff is a technical term). This is very good, I love it! I especially like the third line from the bottom :)