My eyes burn as I read these sweet words,
these sweet lies.
Where is the harsh melody of reality?
We are taught to pretend since birth
then when things get too real
we get scared
and lie to ourselves and others
to give the illusion that everything is okay
that we're still full of hope
that we have something to live for
and that in the end we'll al be happy.
When will we sing songs of pain?
sons of trials and hardships?
Why do we learn to lie
when we can become strong,
intelligent,
poweful,
innovative,
working to change the world so we
do not have to lie.
But instead we are taught to be scared.
Taught taht we cannot do this alone
and that dreams are nothing more than that.
We were created for amazing,
unthinkable things,
but taught so we may be easily controlled.
Sometimes I like to think about these things,
about what it would be like if we didn't lie
and operated at full potential,
but then I get scared,
scared of the horrid realization
of just how wretched we all are.
I do not like what I see,
So I lie.
Instead of changing things,
I protect myself,
Run like a dog with its tail between its legs.
I pretend that we are good and clever.
I act like I still have hope
and that when I die, I will feel fulfilled.
When I don't know what to say,
do,
or think,
when i feel scared,
When everything seems lost,
I do what everyone does...
I lie.
