"What's the Plan, Self?"
Today and a few days back I asked myself,
"Why do you need to do things to receive love?
Why do you sacrifice every part of yourself
To acquire such a feeling they speak of?"
"Why does it need to be worked hard for
Despite the chances of it failing you?
Why do you need to hurt yourself
Through and through?"
"Why do people carry thorns, and
Why do people choose the pain?
Why can't people stay away, and
Why do people want the blame?"
"Why are roses plucked and killed
When all it's beauty are still alive?
They aren't weeds of pesky rodents,
Who never survived."
"Why are people so sad,
When salvation was handed to them?
Why are they frowning
Like a lost gem?"
Broken things shine the brightest
Than a single diamond cut and polished;
They see a lot of different things
To be honest.
They become mirrors of thousands
Of memories and letters
From the footsteps of the past
Walking travelers.
And that's why we love pain,
Because pain is felt by many,
And we choose to feel the norm
Of society.
It is a legacy.
Because it is safe,
Because it is a home,
Because it is a scapegoat
To escape problems of our own.
Because at the end of the day,
We are still humans,
And nothing's going to change that.
So now, self, what is your plan?
(c) WhiteSecrets715 2016.
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White Mirrors
PoetryMy third poetry collection. This is basically how my university life went: Crazy, drama, loopy, happy, and genuine bitter partings. It'd be great if you could read some and tell me what you think about them. I'd really appreciate your thoughts!
