Twisted Game…

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We walk hand in hand…
Strolling side by side…

Repressing all our emotions…
Hid behind our thin disguise…

Never articulating feelings…
No matter what we may think…

Engaged in a war of attrition…
Where only the weakest will blink…

Our aura burnt with blackness…
Beneath a dark depressive cloud…

Anxiety wrapped around our souls…
Like a heavy, cast iron shroud…

It’s become some twisted game…
Where only broken people can win…

We need to ask ourselves a question…
Where did all the heartache begin…

Just how and where and why…
Did our lives end up like this…

Because back when we were young…
We’d never stare into the abyss…

Our lives were simply innocent…
With a sense of right and wrong…

No complicated shades of grey…
The energy of youth pulled us along…

But somewhere down life’s highway…
We turned left instead of right…

We missed a vital signpost…
Ignited an internal gunfight…

And the emotional war raged on…
Becoming a battleground for years…

We were powerless to stop the fighting…
We were too weak to stem the tears…

Now we fight our fucking demons…
And we struggle through each long day…

We pretend that we’re all perfect…
We make believe everything is OK…

But we’re repressing all our emotions…
We’re hid behind our clever disguise…

We’ll never articulate our true feelings…
In the hope “THEY” never realise…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song :”When We Were Young” by Passenger – for Lorana http://www.loranamusic.com/

 

 

 

“So on your mask of make up, you just paint a little parody of pain”…

Girl-in-Mirror

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We are cursed by time,
as we chase the sun…

In our constant battle,
to look and stay young…

Whilst life’s cruel joke,
recurs again and again…

And superficial Humans,
all want the same…

To hold onto our youth,
the eternal quest…

As it begins to wither,
despite all protests…

And a desperate need,
to feel so wanted…

Be desired, attractive and
not left disappointed…

Whilst life takes its toll and
time begins to ravage…

Each line and each wrinkle,
leaves us feeling so savage…

Because beauty within,
feels like it’s just a myth…

We never believed it and
soft skin we miss…

Paying good money,
in search of any cure…

Trying to turn back time,
whilst remaining so insecure…

Within a painful world,
that promotes the young…

Leaving the experienced,
wondering what we’ve done…

When it’s only Mother Nature,
holding her course…

Be it animal or Human,
be it man, woman or horse…

All are cursed yet,
only Humans chase the sun…

In our feeble battle,
to look and stay young…

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