"Hidden Underlying Truths"
"Expectations too high, perspectives too low."
Just a matter of who we are, who our friends are and on how we are in a world so terrible that tries so hard to belittle and blind us. Piece by piece, inch by inch, even a speck of dust symbolizes something. One wrong move and you'll eventually fall of the face of the Earth. What looks like a beginning is actually the start of an ending. A smile for a tear and a laugh for a scream. We are alone in a world of criticism. Your actions define who you are. Principles do not defend what you allow yourself to see. A place where you know nobody and nobody knows you.
Minds crash with bodies, so to speak. Expected disastrous outcomes after braving storms. Endless wandering for soul-searching. An epitome of an optimist in a pessimist's body.
We are the defects found in the system. Social Outcasts. Ostracized from the so called perfect group of societies. Ones they look down upon, ones they act caringly to. We are the lost hopes and dreams that they never wished to get back to.
Down the rabbit hole we go, a place full of wonderful possibilities and socially accepted freaks, and capabilities that we desperately wished for ourselves. A place where we believe in ourselves. Lost in neverland, believing in magic, wanting to escape the sad reality waiting for us. Deep in harmony, where broken notes and pieces aren't found. The land of dreamy imagination is where we turn to, we depend solely on what we think and what we make it seem to be.
"Are there any assurances?"
Fighting -- a crucial part of our lives , "Fight for my way!". We battle it out with the nightmares, with the webs and spiders clouding up our mind and vision. We stand tall to our 'hysterical' beliefs.
"Shall I cry for help, when I know nobody's there?"
It's hard to get up every single day, when all I hear are whispers of negativity pulling me down instead of a nightingale's assurance. How could it be? Whenever there is daylight peeking from the clouds, the more I wait for twilight. I am left with a complete void, with no hopes of someone to fill me up. A void so limitless, I find myself stuck in infinity like a bug on a spider's intricately made web. The world is filled with this noise that's so eerily quiet.
An embodiment of joy is not what you see. I am filled with hatred, top to bottom. I am someone who you least expect to be filled with horrific thoughts, glooming by the corner. I am filled with scars and nauseating thoughts, filled to the brim with unknown sadness and unreciprocated love. All I want is for someone to come and find me, holds my hand and whisper to me, "You are not alone in this vicious world. Let us push past this fog, stand stronger together and return home safely.", silenty, as if the world is listening in on what we are hiding. Only then finally shall the four walls caging me in slowy fall apart, piece by piece, side by side and brick by brick.
