Reality

A poem I wrote when I was struggling over a break up. I still am having some trouble but it seems stupid I am practically a kid love is the last thing I need to worry about.

People are so much deeper then we think

Always struggling on the brink

                                     

Covering up the pain in every way

Always answering I’m okay

 

And what we see as strong is really weak

We believe because otherwise the world is bleak

 

Reality is cruel and joy is hard

Especially when you are so scarred

 

Broken soldiers guarding our hearts

Desperately trying to keep from falling to parts

 

You think you can finally be unguarded

Then the pain comes as you are discarded

 

We are all like a House of cards

And when we fall we fall hard

Author's Note

I realize it is very rudimentary