The shit show...

Even those you’d hope you could trust, you won’t. Pain splits the brain when insane thoughts react with reality screaming, "don’t". Lies are truths when the believer refuses to listen to reason’s use. There’s always proof in time to witness who’s, who. Having to peel pieces of self off as if a scab trying to heal without the comforting other's vibe. It’ll force the eyes to become liquified diving solo in the middle of life. Words will never mend what is broken. People delete precise memories that twist the mental when the emotions has had enough to protect in mid motion. Changed actions of growth can’t be seen by blinded sight. We are egos, we are to them special as we tell ourselves at the ends f no more, that’s fine. Lonely swells hit like tsunamis in an empty heart attempting to adjust to a new stance. Just to feel the tide descend over and over again. When lips never whispered from wisdom’s chant. Everyone loses their next biggest fans. It’s equivalent to being torn into two version within. On the inside there’s disbelief rummaging through facts as the outside bares a grin. In the multiverse of multiple minds that have their own consciousness of self. The only one that holds true is the one operated by no others help. Yet when tweaked it loses focus and mimics behavior patterns of one that cannot maintain. Giving truths to pointing fingers in such, creates the rain. Putting down the gut feelings to step aside to avoid the shit show falling from above. Wondering, was I ever truly luv’d? Let alone liked for my words to be a factor in between the chaos echoing in their heads. Even then it’ll feel as if you’re the walking dead. But whose loss is it when promises were kept? To hold the line tugged on by a strangers wanting to play at best. It's in their no depth deep enough to know better as someone is putting everything on the table for the feast? Why is it so hard to breathe? For recognition to define purpose of why we mingle to begin with. Happiness breaks the ribs. Too much laughter lingers into too much comfort in repeated cycles unseen by the naked eye. Self is the only one who matters in words without the structure of rhymes. As songs are the reminiscing leverage for them to remember who stands on what. And yet, it’s still a wtf. All in the pursuit of wanting others to partake to coexist. They hear flutters in the wind released from blabbering lips. Meaningless relations are just lessons learned until there's no need to continue the shit show. All one wants is to simply go home...