PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Sitting here with my eyes wide open I finally can really see, the world so still and time rushing by with people you love and people you hate around you where ever you are. The worlds full of hate, hate is what we fear and fear is what people feel when you walking down the street at night. The fear of a hater coming out of no where to try to make you feel low. What the fuck for? Do they inturn fear rejection of themselves if they become less domiant in the eyes of there peers. Interesting they can feel fear, so why can they not feel the pain they inflick on there victims. The hurt, fear, sadness, and anger they cause one person to feel. This madness could cause self-mudalation, depression, or suicide. A phobia of unreasonable fear of a situation or person. The obsession to feel excepted is what we all suffer from. A delusion of perfection that you can't snap out of. Get over it, no ones perfect. The way to happiness is exceptance of yourself. But don't worry I understand, I know its hard to believe, when criticism is all around, you were rised around and it won't go away with suicides and perfectionists you have to see it for yourself, like I have seen it here and now. Open yourself to your true feeling and be prepared to find yourself.