Through the deception of sunlight,
and blue skies
There is a universe full of murkiness:
A place, and a time without light;
Dead of night,
Yet, no one knows it’s there,
And for majority of our life we are unaware
Of everything that happens around us.
In fate we trust
Through the deception of blank walls lie many uncanny things;
Underneath all that insulation are feelings, Many lost human beings,
Saying their greatings
To their graves
Where their bodies will go to waste,
Where they won’t be able to be chased,
Or violently traced
But it’s all an illusion;
All a pretty delusion;
There is no actual conclussion
Our haunted memories will be hovering
On top of us as we try and walk away from life,
Taking each stride
With illusional pride,
With a blank wall to hide behind,
And all of us behind this blank wall lie
We are not finally okay,
We are not finally good
Just because someone had misunderstood us,
Just because someone hadn’t recognized our emotions and how we actually feel;
Hadn’t pitied us,
And hadn’t made a big deal...
We are not fine!
No matter how hard we try,
Fine is not what we are.
The new persona we try
to take on is just a lie.
We are not fine!
We are so oblivious to one another that we can’t tell the signs of misery;
Can’t see the scars;
Don’t know ‘bout previous injuries
In the past...
Or sometimes we don’t dare to ask
Questions because we are too scared that
Someone may get mad,
and stare sadly
Scared that someone’s pain and torments will pass onto us
Like a disease,
Or like a sickness;
Scared to acquire a new weakness;
Scared to have more sleepless
Nights than before.
We are afraid that one day we will walk through the door,
And have eyes on glued on us,
Pierced on to us;
We are afraid to contract a form of social anxiety,
Afriad that we will have to shy away from society
And be forever alone,
Hehe, this is a little rant poem from 2017.