cycle

The tears build and form a
Pool behind my eyes. is filling
The world with lies what
Is right? really only something that exists
Without comment from others.
We need
These globes of vision. once saw
A world of acceptance and
Love.
We are looking
And can see through the worthless facade
Into
The dark Hell that is our home
Is not the place we thought. we could change
If we tried, but no one will. know
The pain that burns inside others.
Life,
a game we all play. hoping that
No one will win. ever
Changing are the rules that lead us to
The end that will someday come.
But what is to fear,
But fear itself? scares me
To think that everything must have a
Death.

by H. C., Medfield, MA