some times there's this one thing you really want

and you want it with your whole being

but you don't want to conflict with anyone else

as if you should apologize for living

 

then that thing happens

that person notices you

pays a little extra attention to you

but like all extravagant things

it ends...

 

and you almost wish it didn't happen

as if the mere memory of it makes you so sad

so melencholy

so depressed that you almost wish it away

 

but then there are times when that memory is the reason you smile

the reason you get up in the morning

because that feeling comes back

and you cherish it

 

but life tears you apart from your dreams

from your loves

to the point where you get so desperate that you mess up

you give up

 

and that memory fades

like everything else and your left alone 

with half written pages of a book

with half painted masterpeices

and all those past memories torment you

 

like a bird in a cage

fluttering intensely

knowing that there's no hope

no way out of these iron bars called society

called prejudice

called pride

called vanity

called selfishness

called humanity

 

and so you get on some small unknown poetry site

and write it all down crying

cause what else are you to do