The Trick

A lie is just as good as the real thing because that's all they want to hear,
they don't want to realize their fears.
They want to be oblivious, CHOOSE to be ignorant of their flaws,
so they can trick themselves into believing they created new laws... for life.
Laws that show how life is really supposed to be carried out,
but they crack and quickly become filled with so much doubt,
that they come crawling back to us for justice.
We, the stern, the cold and unemotional are supposed to extinguish
the confusion about why and how the world did them wrong.
They need us to supply them with the armor to keep going,
unaware that they outcast us because of that very skill they, at the moment, need.
Not realizing that the seed of their confusion is the fact that they choose to lie to themselves about what life is, and doing so has made them weak.
They make me sick,
but now I know that lying to them is what they want.
THAT is the trick.

...let's hope it entertains me.

They

I don’t expect the world to hand me riches,

I want to earn the rewards of one who never ditches.

But every day I wake up feeling colder, numb to the circumstances I’m in,

Unable to feel anything with my own skin,

other people who are beside me every day,

Unable to ask or care about their day,

I’m unwilling to meet them halfway.

I must say I feel betrayed by the system I’ve known,

been blocked out by reasons that remain to be unknown,

and shunned by expressing the sincere emotions I’ve shown,

because they don’t know strife,

and continue to assume my "simple" life.

It is not theirs, so why should they care?

They don’t want to see the crosses that I consistently bare

because what they can’t see simply isn’t really there.

I fear they will see my anger,

they will know my rage,

understanding nothing, they’ll be locked in my cage,

unable to see,

unable to love,

unable to live,

dying to taste a fatal drug.

I hate their faces,

I want to scratch them off,

to see if there are any traces

of anything resembling love.