Evils

Something I wrote when I wasn't too happy

Evils
Bitter dreams in the night
Loathing on its unfairness,
The chest becomes painful
Sickening grief takes the mind
In a journey of hopeless
Shining eyes become dull
Dragging on with boring tales
Continuing bleakness of words
And barren of face
Depressing of the heart
It is sad to see you hurt
Childish fantasies die early on
Creating a dry desert in the human
The frustrating lengths taken
For such a hard world
Picking favorites to win
The pain the average handle,
Yet turning a critical eye
The baffling nature of a crowd
Continue their hurtful ways
In a lonely kind of state
Remaining unforgiving
All the needless blaming,
While the fake become models
The secret of real feeling
Is shameful and hidden
Because it is confusing
And looked at as shameful