Behind those fabricated smiles
Only exists at the palm of her mind.
Misunderstood
Betrayed
Diminished
Stabbed
Tortured endlessly by the evil deep behind her norms
She grazed upon disbelief that anything but this cease to exist.
She had enough
She wanted to run, fly away
Far,faraway from here

She’s been living a lie between her & ‘her’
It has to come to an end.
The world she thought was beautiful
Laughed at how obtuse she was
Believing their lies
Entertained to their heart’s content

She finally escaped
Running forever until she came to a halt
A void full of serenity
Silence preaching the winds to howl
The moon was listening despite the night being blind
She knew this was where she needs to be
She found her canopy out of trees of rested shadows

They had been there all along
Inside her
Rooted to her veins
Always by her side
*Protecting her.

I hate to say brb(be right back)
I hate to say text me anytime
I hate to say goodnight
I really do
Wishing I could stop time
We'll talk everday without saying goodbye

And I wonder if we'll ever meet
*Cause you're on the other side

You fire at will without thinking
Thinking is only believing when it’s real
It’s real when it’s not
Sixty years in the making
You came to this land you proclaimed
Sixty years ago
It was peaceful with no remorse
All those who seen each other hugged and shake-
Hands they known to be as one humanity

As minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years gone
We seen lives treated like ants
New leaders were conjoined to unite nations
They say “We are only peacemakers.”
They’re the ones making the weapons
They’re the ones who keep killing
As a retaliation of self defense
But who started it?
Who robbed the land when it was beautiful
Who continued the ways of ******?
Who repetitively inhere the Massacre?

You fire rockets like it’s the Fourth of July
You even celebrated standing there with elation
Is this humanity? Is this right?
Is this the peace that nations conjoined to create?
'They' pay their taxes for you to commit crimes?
Is this the world we really wanted to live in?

Do you really believe-
They’ll use their own flesh & blood as their shields?
They’re in an open-air prison
In no rhyme nor reason will make them falter
They don’t believe in power
Only in power of faith and hope it’ll end
Yes.
It will end.
One day.

When that day comes
What you preached with your accusations
Your fake cries
Your fervid pretense of justice
Your deaths that you started
Your ‘media’ that corrupts minds that were blinded-
By your mendacity, armed with treachery
With pure dejection & cowardice

*The whole world will know then
Who brought upon pain
Who suffered the prolong unfeigned pain