It is in the darkest times in your life that you discover the truth.
About you and the people that inhabit the world you live in.
You learn about life long friends that seem to ignore your pain.
You find that a casual acquaintance is the first to peek beneath the false mask of happiness.
But it’s not just you.
You open your eyes
When you glance around,
you notice more
You ask questions
You find that the seemingly perfect straight A student has a questionable past,
The girl who always seemed so confident in herself admitted to having bulimia
The talented artist you admire cuts them-self
You find that you’re not alone…
Everyone is a little messed up
Everyone has secrets.
It is in the darkest days that you listen, you learn.
People may not see you’re pain
But you see theirs
The question is…What do you do?
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We say things we don’t mean
We act as though everything is fine
We divert attention away from us and hide behind false truths
We walk with our heads held high but cower with confrontation
We speak of joy and happiness
Our existence is a mere perception. We are nothing, and everything simultaneously. We stroke our egos, to sustain our self containers. We hope endlessly across the universe, subdued. Call me crazy but aren’t we all waiting for something… seeking truth? My now is eternal, my this second, is forever. Our reality is interchangeable, our truth is negotiable.
Realms of consciousness Exalted bliss to be found within Lamentations of pain, let it all go Eagles sight set on the future, sailing All on the winds of change I see the truth Sadness is the mask worn until the souls’ beauty Escapes from the past, a beautiful dream is realized