“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.
Dec 2, 2024
Dec 2, 2024 at 1:25 AM UTC
“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.