“The world is a cruel place, but it’s also very beautiful.”
Yet, I have yet to see the allure.
Selfishness and a disregard for authenticity
Greet me at every turn.

My efforts to see tomorrow as a new beginning
Quickly dissolve,
A fleeting dream
As I am reminded, time and again,
How barbaric my surroundings remain.

I wrestle with the thought of giving in,
Becoming like you.
But the fear of losing myself
Swarms my consciousness,
A tide I cannot escape.

Still, I am weary—
Exhausted by being taken for granted,
My greatest strength dismissed as imperfection.
Fatigued from giving everything,
Only to be left behind.

All I know is the savagery of this world.
Yet, I wait.
I hope.
That the beauty will step forward from its hiding,
Unveiling itself at last.