Song Of Myself

I see hatred of differences everywhere I go…
I see suffering in everyone, hidden from the world…
I see lies of love breaking apart families…
I see flowers overpowering concrete, one of many…
I see sacrifices for the untrue with the consequence of heartbreak…
I see selfishness and egos blinding love and charity…

I hear the sound of imaginary voices and melodies…
I hear the sound of rocks shattering hearts of glass…
I hear the sound of evil giggling from the mouths of succubi…
I hear the sound of bells announcing the arrival of new souls…
I hear the sound of Future plotting heartache decades in advance…
I hear the sound of thunder destroying small lives as it strikes the ground…

I understand the hurt and hated…
I understand that people can be afraid and unconfident…
I understand the weather changes to rejuvenate the earth…
I understand that we can’t answer all of life’s questions…
I understand that I need to be myself to accept others…
I understand the need to surrender yourself for your loved ones…

I look at the many broken homes…
I look at humanity destroying the natural and pure…
I look at the mess that we have brought ourselves into…
I look at the hearts thrown away, just over a small dispute…
I look for the heroes of this life, and the next…
I look towards the sky in hope of change…

I think that everyone needs a second chance…
I think that there is healing for the hurt…
I think that there is enough acceptance for all…
I think nature can overpower its obstacles of humanity…
I think that I have a place in someone’s heart…
I think that the wholesome will prevail in this world…

I feel abandonment when people escape from their duties and responsibilities for petty reasons…
I hear the silent cries of those running from Fury’s handymen…
I see death lying in a hole, or scattered in the wind; massacring ones’ paradise…
I know betrayal in the purest form of love and hate, seen only in our pasts…
I sense the hatred in lives across the nation… across the world…
I heed battle fields scattered with bloodied warriors still fighting for their souls…
I observe narcissistic creatures evading the needy with greed…
I hear Plague’s whisper as it preys on yet another unsuspecting victim…
I am saddened by the indolence of friends and loved ones…
I hate the pollutants that are ruining out natural world…

I feel that in life, you can fall, float, or fly…
To fall is to die. To fly is to live.
Flying would be the best,
Since your heart is going upward,
Not plummeting into the nothingness.
But if you choose to fall, you may miss your chance,
And have to come to terms with death in its rawest form.
To those that choose to float: nice job giving up. I would rather fall.

Nature teaches you your finest truths.
Below the ground, where the worms writhe,
Where our loves are buried, and where dirt molds,
We learn that we can help this earth,
But we must give ourselves in return.

I am part of this world. Nature accepts my soul into its bosom.
I feel like I can climb the mountain,
But I am shot down by superficial expectations…

I am the daughter, the master,
The lonely heart in a sea of genes…
Lover of all animals, gentle caretaker of few…
The shoulder to cry on when things get tough,
The heart to crush if you absolutely need to…

I smile upon the world, but cry about my life…
My soul can’t take much more,
Though, I haven’t grown up all the way…

I must have someone’s approval,
Even if it a small thing, there has to be acceptance…
I am disappointed in many, miserable about myself.
Imagination rules me… scares me…
All in all, I am me. Take me… or leave me.