Seems Like Life Poem by Celeste Botha

I never truly saw the world

it was always a dark, cold place.

how all the lies curled

how they bundled and forced me into beliefs,

how 4 seasons became 1....

every day, every minute

every second,

fighting to survive.

Is happiness truly their

can truth ever be on air.

can harmless lies

really make you wanna die.

does the world truly care

if you end it all tonight.

Just as a pen runs out of ink

and gets replaced, seems familiar,

seems normal

almost calming always expecting

almost anxiety evolving.

Nobody ever expects

nobody knows how they will be treated in the future,

but everyone lies, everyone dies,

everyone's trust goes from love to disgust.

when will someone care

when I feel part of a pair.

When will the veils fall,

and the truth be told.