Doubter

I came to
the conclusion

that hope is becoming
so very very vain
when you are
hoping for gain
simply driven,
by some frivolous
emotions
and cruel thoughts
with no real intention
rotting silently with
their eyes fixed
on me

"hes cold"
i hate everything

"he love it"
I love everything

and with no help from anyone
who also knows what we are in
possession of
I can't make up my mind

am i really open wide for all to see with blind eyes
oh, to the darkness inside that plagues me
the words they say, they think
they are so crafty

they aim for pain
created empty and made in vain
I am
bored with this game
gauging your reactions


it's  quite easy to detect deception
or to mimic, or judge those who do

those i once had hope for will
never understand me
and I have never felt more alone
anywhere i go,
it shows, that

they sense I, and begin some
disgustions
their entitlement brimming
executed with such ferocity

do they deserve this?
we are in such
confusion

they think they can understand
me so easily
apparently we are a lot more complex

own up to it before its too late

take it from me
my heart is broken severely
yet it refuses to stop loving all
mentally mutilated by the coldness
of stranger strangers
to foe-sh friends alike
of every day humanity
the past is a ghost
how did things get this way?

my hidden world
slowly dripping away

with hate they killed me

Author's Note