I’ve Learned To Give Up More Often Poem by Ari Ryan

I always tried so hard to please all of you
Then I realized to myself I must be true
The whispers always float through the air
Of the liars and all the insincere.
In iridescence we feel the essence
Of your lack of morality
Just plain cruel brutality.
I realized for most its not on the inside that counts
But material, the money and its amounts.
Its not the high but the heroine
Not the hope but the lack thereof.
Its our wills and won’ts
Not the teacher but the lesson.
In comparison my dreams never made sense
So why should I chase them over the fence?
You gave up on yourself,
But we never gave up on you.
It all comes down to what is true.
The truth is life is B.S
Why ask for more when all you’ll get is less
Therapists don’t truly care
About what you really fear
Just another dollar In their pocket
Like a key without the locket.
Just missing out
On what life’s “truly about”
Why should we try
When life’s just a lie?
I’ve learned to give up more often.