There is something inside of me it
Urges to come out
I hate it here , I hate it inside
I sure can’t wish for them to understand
They speak to me as they look at me with those fiercefull eyes for them I am a juvenile with a liability
How will they know the pain I go through
They say I have everything but
What do I truly have
I am not happy
Never was
I can’t
Seem
To go
On
But
I shall wait
Time must come when I have to leave
I shallnt force it
I must be patient because
I respect the creator
Who gave me this life tuly

Covered in lies.
People, covered in lies, lies.
In this generation-
does anybody ever tell the truth?

“To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.”
But what if thine own self shallnt be true?
To own man, or any man, do we tell ourselves
the things we are to be
and plans play out?

No man is perfect
Therefore, every man lies
about something
there is not a full decade
or a full lifetime
that a man is honest throughout.

Nobody is truly honest.
So, is any man really to trust?