Aren't we all so?
Aren't we all so?
I might be all hopelessness and despair
Stuck in a vortex of disdainful feelings,
Some for self, others for the rest,
A convenient mannerism of
Shifting any blame. But aren't we all so?
I might be distance and unemotional existence,
Shrouded in the icy cold entanglement of
Heart devoid of any emotions,
A tough defense mechanism of
Protecting all or even any of what
Has left within. But aren't we all so?
I might be obtuse and unapologetically conceited
Indulged in an endlessly cavernous ocean of independence
Wishing to protect any remnant feelings
From the distressing strands of relations,
But aren't we all so?
I might even be disgrace and condemnation
Not quite fitting within what they deem to be the norms,
An eventful distraction
From what might be normal, just wishing to be
The way I am. But, aren't we all so?
Even for some times,
Even for a few moments,
The fleeting memories flitting around in
The heart and soul?
Aren't we all a bit real, sometimes,
Even for a few times?