With everything being one giant showcase
why should we not dress up?
Why do we hide behind shadows and boxes
hoping that mz. right now forever will come along and help us up.
Who taught this generation to be dependent?
So afraid to be alone.
So afraid to fail, to make mistakes, to answer wrong.
A guess, the wrong judgment, a bad name, an unkind smile.
Daggers, like a thorn in the flesh we hang on.
Weeping. Chilled. Left. Victimized.
Searching for a heart, for someone still awake, just something to hold.
Holding on to what. False promises.
It's not going to be alright.
You will die.
Sit up.
Stand.
Right now is not so bad as long as you let yourself enjoy your moments.
