Marah

when you think then stop thinking,
when you feel then stop feeling,


It is not that I have any ill intent or the sort, I am just being me. It is not that I am being cruel, I am being perceptive. You feel that you need others acknowledgement to be satisfied with who you are, you think that you need other respects and adoration to be special, this is not true. Insults that you received they have no meaning, criticism thrown to your face left no injuries, it is not them, it’s you.


You’ll receive what you gave, you’ll catch what you’ve thrown, and it is just a circle that you’re not willing to see. If you know what you want, and you know what you need, then forget what you want, and neglect what you need. I have no reason, but neither do you, I have no destination, and you are lost. This is not the one you’ll want to harvest after a season long planning and planting.


I see you crying in fear, but you forget that crying requires tears; I see you doubt yourself, but admitting would mean losing to you. You are not what you think you are, you are less than that; still you’re not ready to accept the facts. You stayed in silence, running from what you want to be and be they want you to be.


You’re simple, ignorant, and arrogant. You smile with your heart, but still you are arrogant, I can sense your arrogance but you still deny this reality. I hate that you change your mind every time any one new say some little well known facts about life, you are not smart, you are shallow. You believe in empty promises, you say empty words, things that are as empty as your head.

You act wise but you don’t know any wisdom, you recite from books that mean nothing, you utter words that are hollow wrapped in beautiful cloth. You swallow everything whole, ignoring the fact that your brain is the ultimate guide, you see want you want to see; you see what they want you to see, you can never see anything as it is.


I hate you for this, you change without knowing anything, and you declined a hand for help, and received another. A misguided hand, a person who as narrow as you, and yet I do not know the reason. I see everything as it is, but why?


As if nothing matters, people see what they want to see, I’m different because I see things as it is?
I’m not wrong for saying the naked truth
Or do you prefer pretty lies?