Roses aren’t always red, People just like to tell us they are The grass isn’t always greener, But we hope to ourselves that it is. Preconceived notions Stuck in our heads Leave us confused at the end of the day. Romantic ideals leave us unsatisfied When things don’t turn out the way we thought.
Pain can be beautiful too, a more tangible emotion Everyone knows pain and has felt it for themselves Not everyone has felt true love, or even common sense Some paint a picture of grandiose and harmony, When the world only seeks chaos and dissonance.
Worst of all we lie to ourselves Make believe that things are all right When all we need is a reality check And someone to stay through the night
We need to take the world for what it is And nothing less or more To see all the emotions, the good and the bad And drink till you can’t feel no more.
Started out with an idea, and then... I like the way the poem gains more structure as you read on. Also the ending was meant to be a snarky sarcastic reply, not an actual solution. :)