coin under the mistletoe

Title: coin under the mistletoe
Writer: Matome Masipa


They said Life's cruel but with time everything will change.
How can that be true if I don't know when my life's chapter is turning to the next page.
Struggling time and time again to tell the dream from the reality.
To see and believe in the beauty of imagination when its not seen as sanity.
To walk the years and not remember the beginning.
To look forward, never sure if today or tomorrow is my ending.
Everything about me is Half truths and half lies of life, spinning;
The toss choosing heads or tales with no logical reason.
Leaving me in a tide of random emotions in a happy season.
Where half truths and lies keep me blinded in a cage.
Meanwhile I know the whole truth hurts,
Unraveling its secrets may do more damage,
Feed my rage.
The frustration growing as the chances pass me by,
While others roam high, I linger into a dark room broken and shy.
The pain a stinging ache of stones falling on my smallest toe.
The failure of all I hold dear gone.
Just, gone , like the lost coin under the mistletoe.

Author's Note

Ignore grammar, tell me what you think