Through broken eyes of raindrops I cry
The nothingness, that is the pain of empty tears
Slowly creeping out of blinded eyes
Fading truth, once naked and clear
Above the surface of thick, black tar
There lies the illusion of a painful scar
There one can see the unseen face
The truth of the lies she so often got to taste
Behind the mask lies dreaded weakness
The façade which is her past
All she wanted was the sweetness
Of a friends admiration to last
But now she sighs at the pain she never felt
The game she was playing with cards never dealt
Now she stares at the reflection she refused to see
But continues fighting truth, living within a reverie
Time being her consolidation, her hero
To rescue her from an invisible danger
To be fooled by her act and not see her
As the person who to herself, a mere stranger
Can there be an end if the beginning is unknown
Can one shrink just as one feels one has grown
Do we choose to believe, knowing deep inside
That we are fooling ourselves from realities disguise
If the day comes where pain is indeed true
Will she be strong enough to cope
Does she not maybe need us to
Give her for what she has hoped
Judgement having surfaced on her skin
When all she wanted was for us to look within
Acceptance being the wing to the bird
The ear to the words she needed to be heard
Will she still hold on after letting go
And live her life in the illusion of hope
Or will she be accepted and fly away
From the ‘drama addict within’ per say
From the first moment you see the world
Till the day you close them for good
You are alone and this is how it stays
Only you can lead your way
No one can be a shoulder for your tears
‘Cos they go home and face their own fears
And revel in issues created by them
Being their own true best friend
Connecting with people and being alike
Is the weapon most used in this lifelong fight
We constantly need another, other than oneself
So that the loneliness does not surface quite as well
Some create their lives to be a misery
They seek bad happenings just to see
A concerned face, a pity look – unaware
That no one really truly cares.
The nothingness, that is the pain of empty tears
Slowly creeping out of blinded eyes
Fading truth, once naked and clear
Above the surface of thick, black tar
There lies the illusion of a painful scar
There one can see the unseen face
The truth of the lies she so often got to taste
Behind the mask lies dreaded weakness
The façade which is her past
All she wanted was the sweetness
Of a friends admiration to last
But now she sighs at the pain she never felt
The game she was playing with cards never dealt
Now she stares at the reflection she refused to see
But continues fighting truth, living within a reverie
Time being her consolidation, her hero
To rescue her from an invisible danger
To be fooled by her act and not see her
As the person who to herself, a mere stranger
Can there be an end if the beginning is unknown
Can one shrink just as one feels one has grown
Do we choose to believe, knowing deep inside
That we are fooling ourselves from realities disguise
If the day comes where pain is indeed true
Will she be strong enough to cope
Does she not maybe need us to
Give her for what she has hoped
Judgement having surfaced on her skin
When all she wanted was for us to look within
Acceptance being the wing to the bird
The ear to the words she needed to be heard
Will she still hold on after letting go
And live her life in the illusion of hope
Or will she be accepted and fly away
From the ‘drama addict within’ per say
From the first moment you see the world
Till the day you close them for good
You are alone and this is how it stays
Only you can lead your way
No one can be a shoulder for your tears
‘Cos they go home and face their own fears
And revel in issues created by them
Being their own true best friend
Connecting with people and being alike
Is the weapon most used in this lifelong fight
We constantly need another, other than oneself
So that the loneliness does not surface quite as well
Some create their lives to be a misery
They seek bad happenings just to see
A concerned face, a pity look – unaware
That no one really truly cares.
From Nina, the youngest sister of the family where I am staying.
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