Praises and adoration
lie forgotten in the dregs
of what used to be
my treasure
They shout
—glorious, wonderful—
but they fall to ears
not only tragic
but cynical as wellPraises and adiration
chafe under the weight
of toil and expectations
for what used to be
my pride
They claim
—impressive, delightful—
but they fall to heart
not only hardened
but jaded as wellPraises and adoration
whizz past the woes
of what used to be
my life
They scream
—exemplary, timeless—
but they fall to souls
not only worn and used
but stiff as wellLies and criticism
only feed off the hunger
of what used to be
my ego
They yell
—worthless, rubbish—
and they fall not only
on an expectant mind
but receptive as well
of the lies and criticism
disguised as
praises and adoration
that did nothing
but shatter me
—enough to tell me
that I will never
be enough for mostStrangely
I believe
lies and criticism
more than I do
praises and adoration
YOU ARE READING
a symphony of stars, a cacophony of wishes.
Poetry❝𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯❞ ˜"*°•˜"*...