Untrusting

Untrusting

A Story by Rim

It's an absured way to start over again 

Where you find yourself

Coverred with lies will tight on you 

Just to keep in mind you ain't that person 

You claim to be 

Every breath you take is an other way to lie more

There is no sucha place for honest people 

Untrusting is the only way to really see

Probably it's not an option to take

It's a whole life to live happily ever after

After all how can we value honesty without lying 

we say things we never mean it's all for a benefit we gain

Is it really worth

It you can't just tell 

Because you are full of lies

Since your birth until your death comes 

Unconditionnally you beenbrought to watch your own life 

But you do have control in some corners of it 

Life is a word we say but can we really define it

we created words , thoughts,emotions,even faces 

In the mind ocean , the mirrors doesn't alwys reflects 

what's infront of it 

It can be just a spot light to a fake you 

Copies been there supporting every white lie as they called

A lie is lie , why do we deny it 

Perhaps it's not that bad to lie

It's not a matter of being on the right or wrong side

It's above you 

when you lie and you truly believe

That's when you have a fake you

I wonder where is the real you 

Can 't we just be us for amoment

Take off our masks for a while 

It's like we had to be in a costume party for our whole life

We no longer know each other

Care foreach other

Love each other 

Soon enough you would see

That those masks ain't just masks

It's them turning to something else

To who they really are 

Humains such a fooling creatures 

So dangerous and harmfull

You can not predict their actions not evenclose 

Perhaps their mind should be under the microscope 

That would peobably help

But even that won't let you see 

You just gona see their nerve system

Andits way of working rather then that 

You are in they way you should face them , 

Don't be a coward 

Some believe if you do so 

You got two ends ; they might endup controlling you

Or it's you who rule them to become your slaves 

what a perfect ending 

Some say that perfection is impossible

But who really cares 

You can seek perfection in your dreams 

while you can before those dreams get caught too and controlled 

Not trusting anybody is our way to lie more

Trust when we mention it can we really give it

If we don't even have it

Can we really give it while we don't have it

Exchanging must be our way to know if we can or not 

But even when you exchange

It's just an other way to know that you don't know 

Minds keep playing , messing with us

This game must have its end soon 

while it has its rules and tools 

we just need to respect the rules 

while we never respected eachother 

what an ironical tragedy

Knowing how we use tools isn't an easy thing to do

You have to figure it out by your own 

Every single person has his own tools 

To fight so badly the real danger which happens to be his own kind

What a creepy world we been living in ?

Can you trust them or even yourself

Can you believe in a dream as much as you believe lies

Can you live without laying

I'm not looking for answers

I'm just clearing a fact we being denying

It's time to admit and commit

It's a choise to make

You never been forced do do any of this

Just make quick it as possible

© 2015 Rim


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Mahdia, Mahdia, Tunisia



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