Humans are the only species
that care about
time
money
and self image
and with all of this
we seem to have everything but
happiness.

I have good intentions,
I swear I didn't mean to mess things up,
I'm sorry.

But you've heard it so many
times it sounds like lies,
like I'm wearing
a disguise but you
need to realize
that I'm trying.

I'm trying.

But that isn't enough
because it's tough
to forgive someone
who has broken your trust.

There's just something about
people with stories and experience.

How their faces light up talking about how
they met their true love
or their eyes full of mystery when they
remember their first love.

How they smile about the past
or have a look of regret.

How they're so passionate
about everything they do.

There's just something about
it that makes me want to sit and
listen.

Being content is the such a
relieving feeling because
I'm no longer unhappy, but actually
okay with how things are.
And I don't feel stuck,
I feel free.

I see things realistically,
and if you don't like that,
I'm not sorry that you're
living in a dream full of lies.

I say things the way they should be said,
And if you don't like that,
I'm not sorry that I'm the only person
who doesn't sugar coat and
tell things the way you want to hear them.

This is me, and if you don't like
it, leave.
Simple as that.