Why is it all so hard?
I wrote this just now, in like 5 minutes, so it's a little rough. Please tell me what you think.
Why is it all so hard?
Am I that different?
Or just insane?
No.
It can't be that simple.
Why are people so quick to judge?
Are they so empty?
Or just angry?
No.
They are people too.
I create my own problems.
All your problems are in your head too.
You think it's hard?
It's not.
You can never see until it's too late.
I create my own worlds.
Many of you do this too.
Do your worlds make you happy?
I hope so.
Because sometimes mine just remind me of where I really am.
This state we are all in.
None of you like it.
I know you don't.
That's the whole point.
We can hate it together.
This fantasy we all share.
That's really all it is.
Most of you know this.
That is it's very nature.
We must despair together.
Is that not the fate of all things?
So why not just let it be?
Let's all play in the fields of our fantasy.
Perhaps we won't notice when judgment day arrives.
Has that not been the goal all along?
Why does it matter if outsiders deem us base?
We can all play together.
We can ignore this world, yet find love within it.
Is it our condition that makes us lonely?
It seems to be the opposite for them.
The populace revels in their limitations.
Why can't we... or I... do the same?
Is it my upbringing that makes me different?
I can't seem to find myself anywhere.
Others make it look so easy.
Why is it all so hard?