This Is Not A Poem Poem by Kelly Iyogun

Sorry if I don't believe you.....

I don't know what's true anymore,
People say a lot of stuff,
Some they mean,
And others they don't.
The words they mean, said so jokingly you would assume it a sick one.
And the words they do not mean, said with all seriousness, believing every detail said seems so easy.

I don't believe in promises anymore,
Inshort I have no idea what that is.
I have given my own share of promises and broken them like cracked nuts, chewed them and swallow each words like it never came out of my mouth.
I have heard promises made,
Some long term promises.
Who blames who if the person forgets?
He probably got a lot going on in his head.
Some promises, so short, sincere, looks easy to keep, yet gone with the wind when time to deliver beckons.

I don't believe in love anymore,
How easily is one deceived by such grandeur of affection?
How easily does it come out from our mouths?
Cloaked with different attire just to soothe the occasion.
Love is nothing but a means to an end,
Or is it the end of a means?
Eventually someone gets hurt,
Just a matter of time.
Its just one of those natural phenomenon that never attains equilibrium,
One person always loving more than the other,
One person always expecting more from it.
One person definitely getting hurt.
Like a merry-go-round,
We hop in,
Enjoy the ride,
Scream,
And out we go.
Some enjoy the thrill of the ride,
Others? Not so much to say.

I don't believe in anything anymore,
What's there to believe in anyways?
That a turbulent wave becomes gentle afterwards?
'Wow, Great! ! ! !
Bless you if you alive to see the calmness of the wave'
Or do we believe there's light immediately after the darkness of the tunnel?
'What you doing in there in the first place?
Lucky you if you find the light in the darkness'

I don't believe in this words I have written,
Though written by my own hands as envisioned in my mind.
The mind plays trick,
There is a thin line between what's real and what's not.
And my thoughts dances around it.
Sanity is what's called when it wanders into the real axis,
And psychosis when it wanders into the what's not lane.
I guess in that brief moment this was birthed.

....This is not a poem, this is just me not believing in Me.