The world passes by and we live our lives
We love the people we love
We pursue the dreams we want
We watch our lives fly through our eyes
We compare ourselves to others we meet
We cross paths with others and we wish and wish
For our lives to be different and
For our lives to be like others
But I wonder how many secrets we hide,
The lies we put up for display
Into other people's eyes?
The masks we wear and which we take off
Hiding behind our fears
I wonder how many lies I have said
The number of sins I have committed
To be more like others
Painting a picture for myself,
Or rather for others to see
A beautiful painting which I admired
And yet reality was so much different.
We put our masks in front of others
And capture only the beautiful memories
Those beautiful pictures not for ourselves
But for others to see
We fool ourselves and imagine our lives
Living in a perfectly painted fantasy.
So different from the pictures we post
So different from how we live and act
Our true thoughts hiding in our minds
Thoughts which we are too scared to express
I wonder how many lies we put out,
How many secrets we hide,
The stories we want to erase from our lives.
The more and more I watch the world
The more and more I realise,
We only know half the story
Half of which are lies.
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Where All The Flowers Bloom
Poetry"...Beware of the voice that sings pretty lies. A song. A tune. An enchanting melody. His name is Misery." This is a reminder for everyone, that no matter how difficult life gets, it is still truly worth living.
