I know a bitter man, Bitter he grew from being a sweet boy, Butter he applied to things but it didn't work out, That bitter man here is me who often chews bitter tablets. Fearing love I have gotten experienced the bitter way, Know I not of any other love in any other better way. Oh how I know about myself apparently adamantly, I know myself but nobody as good - no better man.
Fear is like a plague. There’s no getting away from that aching feeling of uncertainty that follows you everywhere you go, finding you even in the smallest of corners.
Fear is like a fire that you can’t tame because trying to put it out only makes it grow stronger and although people tell you to face your fears, once it sets in, spreading faster, is there really a way to get away from something once it has complete control over you?
You grow up with the pain of fear. Fear that nothing good will ever come because that’s just how the world works. The pain, the depression, and the rejection can easily be masked with a small smile that says you’re fine.
It gets to the point where that small smile becomes the biggest lie in the world; a lie to deceive anyone and anything that it comes in contact with.
Yet, no matter how big the lie may be, it holds the power to make something good slowly turn into something bad; where the lie not only deceives everyone else but also ourselves in the end.
Lies about who we’re not become truths about who we are to become.
The world works in ways where the truth is a lie and a lie is the truth if you’re willing to believe it. They get tangled into such a web where you no longer know the difference between the two, only causing misery in the long run.
It gets so etched into your mind that you lose who you are to it and once that happens, the day has arrived where you may wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and no longer recognize the stranger in front of you.
It’s the day you realize that so much time has passed that the person you once were is no longer who you are.
You won’t know the difference between good or bad, you won’t know who you had been, or what you had become.
There’s no starting over, no returning to what use to be; all you have is that one moment and you live inside that same moment until the deception finally kills you over.