Standing there right before the whole crowd,
My thoughts my mind reads so aloud,
So loud that you might just hear the truth of what I said,
That everything's fabricated, everything I read,
I'm guilty, guilty of hiding who I am,
But believe me I don't do what you think, ain't got no plans,
I'm guilty because I lied and I keep lying,
Not that I don't want to stop, I do keep trying,
But then just as each time I try to do,
What my heart, my soul desires too,
I'm pulled back by a realisation that there's no point,
It's like forcing you to believe me at a gunpoint,
Because today you shall and a few tears shall be shed,
My life shall be mourned as if I'm dead,
And then you'd forget it all in a day or two,
As if nothing happened, nothing did anyone do,
My purpose wasn't to ask for self pity in return,
But sadly that's all I'll get, for each of my burn,
My problems my troubles won't teach you what I wanted,
The fears and the lessons that have for life had me haunted,
All you shall see is that I've been in pain,
And talking about all this is of no gain,
Because I was hurt by people just like those around you,
I asked, I yelled, I pleaded what wrong did I do,
But not a word did I ever get in reply,
No matter how hard I did try,
Those people still exist and so do their desires,
Some evidently bad and some hidden that you admire,
No one stops them from what they do,
And same as the past, in future shall continue,
Yesterday there was someone else today I'm there,
And tomorrow there will be another one exactly right here,
The same shall happen that's happened since forever,
Because to put an end to this we made no effort ever,
They hurt you, they harm you, in ways no-one can see,
They break you up into a million pieces, all internally,
But no one sees that because we don't bother to,
As if our job is to only condemn and vow to sue,
But in the end they all escape like they have always,
And it's exactly why I find no use of telling you all this,
I've suffered my part and so has my ancestor,
You leave those hounds loose till comes my successor,
Let's repeat history like it has been for years,
Let's flow those sympathetically fake tears,
Let's all stand up and say we're with you love,
Let's vow to spread positive vibes, peace and draw a few doves,
And then a week later you'll forget who I was,
And so will you forget what you fought for, my cause,
So I shall keep silent, I don't need your sympathy,
The useless, debatable, halfhearted empathy.
Sunday, 26 June 2016
Fake Empathies
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