I could break down crying at any given moment
But I hold myself together
No one said it's good for you
No one said you could hold it all in forever
I gather up my thoughts
Hunt down my tears
And lock them away so no one can see
Through the fake happiness here
It's funny how people are such hypocrites
We go around saying that we
Hate when people judge others
Then turn around and go do it ourselves
This guy's ugly
This girl's fat
This ones anorexic
This ones gay
It should not be called unattractive, I say
It should be called society
Society can break you into tears
Society can be your worst fear
Going out in a world of bitter hate
Look at what monsters society can create
So before you overthink what you hear
Think of this:
Is it the truth?
Or is it society speaking in your ear?
YOU ARE READING
Believe Me, It Ain't Easy.
PoetryEmotion - an affective state of consciousness in which joy, sorrow, fear, hate, or the like, is experienced, as distinguished from cognitive and volitional states of consciousness. Emotions are funny things, really. They can make you, or break you...