Hypocrisy

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Don’t leave me

I know these are only words

And these do not make you flinch

These words have no meaning to you

Yet still, I have things that need to be said

Even if you’ll never look at this

Even though

I know that in my heart, you care a massive amount of what I’m saying

Of what I mean to say

I know you do

But you’ll just… never read this

Never in a million years, or in the next life

Not even when it’s night time and the moon refuses to shine by the light of the sun

You’ll just… never give any words

You don’t say anything

When I’ve said a storm-full of words, of emotions

You never say anything when I’ve crumbled, when I’m on my knees

You don’t say a single word

You never told me…

That time, when I was outside

You never finished what you were saying

Never started it either

I can’t even think, you know?

I know you’ll uncover for yourself all my sins

But I figured, why not tell you now

Why not tell everyone

And

You don’t have to read this

But I really don’t care anymore

I hate keeping secrets

I hate telling lies to myself

Telling myself it’s all going to be alright in the end

When really, it was never good to begin with

 

1.        I feel indifferent when it comes to love. Love is so confusing yet very much expected as well. Love is overrated. Love is a dagger that sometimes pierces through my heart. I can’t stand love, but at the same instance, I can. I’ve told myself this plenty of times; “nothing lasts forever, and everyone dies eventually”

 

2.       Death; a metaphor or a reminder to everyone living that we are meant to live through another eternity without proof of a second existence. In shorter terms; a brightly lit analogy would be: us, the living, stuck in a cage that opens solemnly whenever someone passes.

 

3.       Yes, family, in all honesty, cannot be trusted. One would have gone through an intense situation to say that. I have, I know, ambiguous, right?

 

Oh, love

I’d love to just… be free

Of my material instincts and let loose

But my body

Is bound by my body

You are ultimately the wise one

And we; the idiocy that was created by your hands

We could’ve been so smart

Like you said… almost

“Perfection at its best”

We could’ve done so much more…

We chose paths unto us were easy to forge

Your path

That was hidden by vines and gnarled bushes

Branches twisted to the limitations extent

Your path

Said unto us by our forefather

The last one you held in authority over

We listened

But ignored

Repetitively

Again and again

Yet you do not get tired of our nuisances

We regress

We never progressed from what you gave to us in the first place

We never changed in the grand scale

In your scale

We might’ve

But not in the grand scale

The scale held together in the middle by the whole entire world that you created

So, in terms, the scale that you created

We did not change

I did not change

Never did I change in your eyes, in terms of action and behavior

I

Feel as if I’m the one that’s taking responsibility for everyone’s’ downfall

Every single thing they did wrong

I feel as if

It’s my own fault

These are my people

That you’ve created

And they’re doing… things in which you did not expect of them to do

But it is only fault to blame here, isn’t it?

You’ve created within us flaws

Didn’t you?

DIDN’T YOU?

Yes,

You did

And in that, we regress, forgetting of your existence

Forgetting of our deeds

Remembering only of our selfishness