Being too niceA Poem by RoyRogers
Is it possible to care about a person too much
Thinking that they are heaven and earth and something beyond this world Is it possible to care too about a person, that you view them as perfect Is it possible to love people so much that you eventually just push them away Does being too nice, or too caring eventually kill friendships and relationships Is this just how the world is, another mistake that you must do in moderation How do you know when you care too much about people? Does caring this much make you wrong somehow? Does caring make you bad Does caring make you horrible All the times you ever had, since you care about everyone You wanted to make everyone smile and keep them safe Yet in the end, you still end a disgrace You try to keep everyone but eventually everyone leaves No one ever wants to stay but you care about everyone more than they care about you Your story ends in tragedy and you will always be left in the cold People look you in the eyes and they dont see what is going on inside People think you feel nothing at all and so you must not really matter Even when another person walks out the door you are dying inside Behind the masks you hide You are a Master, you are a Persona, you are a King Behind every fantasy and escape is someone incredibly alone Who will always be broken and will always be alone since everyone leaves him all alone So he fantasizes and he dreams of grander when in reality he is just sad and alone Sitting on his alone, putting on a smile telling himself he is great Even though the reality he knows hes just a big discrace Shatter the image and nothing is underneath but someone who deals with pain through fantasy That is the only thing that keeps them so calm and sane You can not hurt them, they are disconnected, no matter the wieght they still have kind words You can take everything, and they will be dying but they try so hard to continue on The world hates them, deep down they know it, but they deny it some more and puts on a show I know im great now, this is my fantasy, these are personas, and this is my mask Break down the person, deep down their lonely, Left to draw in some books since mom and dad were too busy Out in the world, no one wanted to hear them, the children on the playground never wanted to play So he escapes now, in his personas, deep down always wishing that he was never alone too kind to everyone, but does it matter? If your kindness really the thing chasing everyone away? Eventually you accept no one cares about you but you have ways of having fun outside of this world In the never ending fantasy which is your mind © 2015 RoyRogersFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorRoyRogersAboutSo hi I picked the name RoyRogers since its a street and its a beverage and they both start with R. I will write more later about stuff. VIOLA A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let.. more..Writing
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