Answers are easy,
They can be so damn trite.
People spouting off nonsense,
As if they know right.
But to care is ne'er simple,
Compassion is real,
To bleed with the hurting,
Requires another to feel.
It's convenient to talk,
Like you have things in hand,
Putting up your facade,
Speaking tenets so grand.
But to see your true motives,
No one need look too far,
You don't seek to help anyone,
You're always the star.
(c) 2021 Austin S. Belanger
These words I vowhelp hide my hidden maskbut the thoughts claim to ownreveal the darkness within my soulThe people I see everywhere around meseem to live a life worth livingbut most of the ones I know call me a freakand I just sit here waitingWaiting for a happy ending everyday although it will never happenthe same ending everyday makes me think of claybeing stuck in the same period of time and dayMy life is in a process of decaypiece by piece, opportunity by opportunity Contemplations of the deadto invite me to whatever they would call "home"as I rest in my peaceful tombthat way I could never see red againMy communication is at it's wors...