So many false truths Even more honest lies From beautiful youths With such eager eyes It is in such contradictions We all become such slaves To our own convictions Until we fall asleep in our graves
These pits six feet deep Tucked away in the back of the mind With all the secrets we keep Hoping no one will ever find So afraid of what people think About our scars and flaws Knowing they won't see the link Between the effect and the cause
Little do we know Everyone has their fair share That they won't show For fear no one will care As such all demons feed On this cycle of pain and shame Not only this they breed Bringing more players to the game
Playing with my own thoughts and demons is fun sometimes, but for the most part it is a very scary and very real part of life that I know many people struggle with. Poetry can be such a relieving outlet.