At one point in time
When all is said and done
The only things that remain
Are the ashes of good intentions
It is a general rule that
People maintain an underlying
Need for gratification
A facade of “I don’t”
No ***** given
This is false
We’re all liars inside
To your friends, families
Selves.
To look in the mirror
Whether model or mould
Is a painful reminder
Of this stark reality.
Writing in this state of mind is a dangerous thing. And doesn’t make sense. Don’t misbehave and write people :D