Wpk7- How hard it is to be me...

I walked without a mask through the crowd. While everyone else used lies to fit into the illusion, I was whole, I was authentic, I was the truth to the end. But the world never had room for someone like that. In love, I was a refuge, but I only found loneliness. I gave my heart, I received only rejection. Every look I cast was too pure. HEEE- But purity in this game always gets left behind. And I saw faces changing with the wind. And I saw that being real requires suffering. Being who I am cost me dearly. In this perverse world, those who feel always fall. The truth bleeds in silence and no one sees. In the end, I only lost for being myself, for being me, for being you. NO E- Friends became shadows I didn't even recognize, promises are just time that's gone and I was left standing in the middle of nowhere. With a heavy soul and in silence, hope in the darkness of silence. I learned to walk aimlessly, without light, just waiting to leave, because those who are real carry this cross of living invisibly. Far from any lie, being who I am left me alone in the end. In a world where feeling has become abnormal, truth is a burden no one wants to carry, and those who truly live only learn to suffer. ElossaTaaSHumanSfoolS! By-Wpk7