Sometimes I wonder.
Why my actions have led me here.
Or why the people who surround me are here.
Why I'm the person I'm becoming.
I wonder if my rapture will ever come.
It always seems so far away.
Like the forbidden fruit.
The apple.
Its within my grasp.
But I cannot reach.
Is rapture ever really accomplished by humans?
We're always so selfish.
Wanting more and more.
Becoming addicted.
Turning into monsters we're not.
Sometimes I wish I was dumb.
And couldn't read into people.
Or more so over read them.
I dig too deep and lose my way.
I wish I was stupid.
Average.
Well I'm only average because I'm so lazy.
I always score high.
I just have no need to be some awesome person everyone flocks to for the answer.
Its annoying.
Being stupid would be easy.
I wouldn't over think anything.
Problems.
Situations.
You.
I don't know how I'm going to find someone to ever like.
Haha.
I see people's mistakes too easily.
I hardly see the good.
My expectations are too high.
And its much to easily for me to mistrust people.
I've flooded myself with lies.
Its all I've come to know.
I'm safe within them.
Truth is long lost.
But fact and truth are always different.
Fact is a worldly accepted idea or thought.
Truth is something that holds significance to an individual.
Maybe that's it.
Everything I lie about it true to me, but false to everyone else.
What is truth to me, is a lie to you.
Perhaps I'm reading too deep yet again.
All because of you
I haven't slept in so long.
I'll follow your voice.
All you have to do is shout it out.
No one raises their voices anymore.
We've become weak.
Eroded by centuries.
We don't believe in fairy tales any longer.
Just monotonous and melancholy ideas.
Of what the world is like.
We won't scream for another's attention.
We won't hold onto another.
The world is now cruel, and the people are born from this cruelty.
That someone just for you is gone. Destroyed.
Now we believe everyone to be out for us, animals.
Ripping each others throats.
Why won't someone stand up and scream?
Scream to the person they care about.
Don't let them go.
The flow of time is much to strong.
I want to stand up and scream.
Scream about how distorted this world has become.
But I've lost my voice.
And everyone else is blind, blinded by their ideals.
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