I formed in my mind feelings that in reality do not exist, concocting a love that can never truly persist. A shadow of doubt weighs upon my thinking; a sword of negative opportunity lingers above my head. But my insecurities remain masked, plated with a gold trim.
A longing to belong, this wish soon becomes tried. There is no acceptance amongst them, so why waste your time? But loneliness is bitter and in company so much the worst. Sometimes I wish ignorance would find me and blind me to the truth.
Charming and callous I watch some people walk, false in every sense; you can hear it in their talk- you can feel it in there every breath. Sincerity is now a common fallacy, deriving from society’s distorted perception of equality, only if my life somehow wouldn’t correlate with reality.