It’s a crazy thing when you have found comfort in your loneliness,
Peace in your isolation,
and are minimally phased by the rancid company of constant disappointment
accustomed to things that you shouldn’t be
nostalgia;
a bitter sweet longing for those things of the past
those sweet things that became bitter things that you knew would never last
when you have built tolerance for the ignorant
and expect the illogical
when people say things and it’s become second nature for me to pretend as if I follow you
when your mind has become remarkably chaotic but you love it
and your heart broken into so many little pieces you wonder if you will need a microscope to see the fragments
when there is nothing left to tear down except these brick walls built by the labor of pain
effortlessly growing taller and wider in the absence of shame
when all we know are these childish games
no more room on this earth for the sane
when I can’t let anyone else in because I can’t find the key
and regardless don’t want anyone to see the poverty and malnourishment my soul has experienced
its crazy when others want to see what does not yet exist
and when you’ve become too proud to be human
is this evidence of growth when the ills of society can no longer move me
because nothing but false hope has ever consumed me
----Veritas <3
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