FRAGMENTED

I know myself is not the way i dream,
I know my heart and soul wishes haven't been born,
So I have conformed to the hatred of my world, where fate fattens from saddism that leaves us all broken,
A world below an envious sun that scars the ground and evaporates the little remaining hope,
And then the clouds pretend to care: sending scattered raindrops while roaring with thundered laughter,
But see, the trees know how to survive, with birds nesting below their branches,
With giraffes making a meal out of their leaves,
With nobody really understanding their grief,
My world; My life,
As torn as a beggar's robes,
Complicated, bearing knots like a climber's ropes,
And a home with sad happiness, chaotic peace, where quiet beggots separation,
We all know love has never been the recipe, a brother's pain sires relief,
A sister's strain sprouts old beliefs,
My home, with a hope of a better tomorrow,
Yet with every passing sun these fragments increase,
Will we ever stretch our eyes toward the waking dawn and realize the beauty it envelops?
Will we ever comprehend the meaning of unconditional love?
Coz...well,
Life is only this short.