I'm Just Being Honest

 

 

GOD BLESS AND HELP IT

 

It can be really tough to live in the here and now if one is haunted by their past and can’t see a decent

Future because the fight for survival hasn’t gone too well and sadly, not everyone is meant to be huge

Winners at everything, leaving a lot of lonely people too intimidated to find a better path to happiness

Where reality isn’t always so cruel, however you can’t expect a colossal Cinderella change of fortune.

 

One problem facing our world is that hope either quickly fades or is promised to the wrong people to

Convince them there is an escape from their current nightmare while foolin’ themselves that anything

Glorious could happen with luck that had already ran out for others who wanted a simple life where

Happy children could be raised without sorrow, yet the competition to discover the land of milk and

Honey was nothing more than a sick fantasy festering with every wretched soul still willing to continue.

 

Most of the blame for the illusion of obtainable happiness comes from Hollywood wanting to pervert

The truth about the less fortunate because all the actors don’t have sufficient perspective on struggles

Stemming from having too much work to do with too few hours and a meager wage that vanishes as

Soon as the check clears because another rainy day has occurred and the happy movies rape the minds

Across the whole wide world with happy smiles and beautiful people who lack the capacity to weep.

 

Such people aren’t meant to provide solace as they live their golden lives with anything they desire at

Arm’s length while others could be out on the street at a moment’s notice scarcely knowing that such

Affluent people could’ve helped a one horse town get back on its feet, yet such people are from very

Different worlds and those people in the valley of prosperity ignore the pain of those who were never

Given the chance to obtain good lives because their garden of peace was stolen long before it began.

 

Such delusions only get worse with time and if some celebrity wants to study muskrat love to sound

Intelligent, then the rest of the population is doomed because unless they see California revisited with

All the impoverished areas full of ordinary people who can’t live high in the city surrounded by many

Friends where a hangover from fancy spirits is seen a trophy and not a deplorable coping mechanism.

 

Another source of misery comes from the political poachers we elect to offer so many false promises

That we believe will finally happen, yet we only see the monster after the last ballot has been cast and

Many have to say goodbye to the chance of getting anything done that doesn’t line the pockets of the

Super wealthy because if there is no fortune to be obtained, no one from up on high is eager to help.

 

Politicians often don’t see town and country people as the same because for every person meticulously

Studying to be a doctor, lawyer or other prominent profession, more answered the call of the wild to

Get away from city life because they never found the time to see what else could be offered to remain

Close to the changing world or were just happy having three roses that didn’t wither before they had

Time to grow bigger and produce seeds to bring more beauty while shimmering under a young moon.

 

Even worse is that many still see America as a land of greatness despite being stretched thin with the

Endless cries for help that will never slow down because the rest of the world sadly can’t take care of

Themselves for very long as Earth wasn’t created fairly to be green everywhere with plenty of food to

Endure the rougher seasons and not live in fear of others raping the land in the dark name of progress.

 

No one is meant to take on the world alone as it’s still a giant place to explore, although much of the

Wonder has faded for some and tomorrow is just another horrid repeat of the previous day where an

Arduous journey of working for a company that doesn’t care mixed with people who never notice the

Poor souls trapped in the cracks because they don’t want to see the view from the ground after being

Put on a pedestal are afraid of what might happen if some can final even the score of intense misery.

 

In time, everything that once was good will be fallin’ of the world and into the aether as the only proof

That there once was life on this miniature speck in the grand universe that seems to have let Earth go

Unnoticed as there isn’t much to be done to keep the last few grains of sand in the dreaded hourglass

From slipping away without giving the lost one last holiday to remember what it was like to be whole.

 

If we stop being so selfish, someday we’ll know how to bring smiles to everyone so that when others

Look back in the pages of history, they won’t see so many bleak moments as we came together to find

Something that worked so people can take a walk in the woods without it being brutally cut down or

Go down to the coastline to see the shimmering waters washing over the delicate sand with soothing

Wind waves to remind us that our world is a gift and must be treated with respect in order to survive.

 

To all the high and mighty, can’t you see that people are suffering from not getting what’s needed to

Scrape by and anyone who loves you in spite of all your faults are even bigger parasites wanting to see

Who comes out on top to give the biggest homecoming to escape their fate while condemning others

Not quick enough to see doom approaching in the country that once held so much promise and peace

Vanishes with wars that make the quiet inside of the soul erupt with a cacophony of dark feelings that

Destroy from the inside because only in your heart can you feel the effect of a world crying in agony.

 

 

One explanation for why humans aren’t perfect creatures is that it’s hard for the head and heart to be

In control along with other bodily instincts leading to an all-around crazy experience that causes an

Onslaught of problems as solutions appear last second, building up like greenhouse gasses that will

Sadly escape at the wrong time, driving many insane as they try to find some balance to avoid further

Conflict like discovering the eye of a hurricane to find some peace before the storm moves elsewhere.

 

No matter where you go, you’ll be an outsider for a while and some will ask what does it matter when

You haven’t found a group because it’s life and it takes a while to figure out who we want to be seen

Within new groups and how we carry ourselves to never be lonely knowing better people are out there

Willing to help those who are lost in case love’s worn out again in other areas and we feel left behind.

 

It’s not easy trying something new, however it’s important that you don’t cross the river until you feel

Truly ready or risk getting swept away and even if you get down to the water and see that it looks very

Peaceful, you can’t fight nature for long because looks can be devious like how Watership Down was

Animated to appeal to younger audiences, but was a nightmare in stereo from copious innocent tears.

 

 

I’m sure I’m not alone in feeling like I don’t belong anywhere, however all my life I seem to find some

Temporary comfort amongst a few decent people only to feel hollow like the poor Tin Man without

His heart because my so-called friends slip away, leaving me feeling like half a man who has sadly been

Broken more times than I can recall, making it difficult to ride onto the next day where the same pain

Quickly returns because people tell me half-heartedly to give it another try knowing it ends in anguish.

 

People don’t see me as an equal and even if I was the last unicorn untamed by mankind, no one would

Chose me without some complaints of being inadequate, leaving me a horse with no name and a very

Unfortunate birth defect to compliment the many colors adoring my hair to be seen only as a gloomy

Grey because it’s human nature to ignore those who are different in case things turn out to be a total

Catastrophe, however it really hurts not be given one chance to share a little bit of my life to strangers.

 

Like most people, the early days of a new venture always seem to be so promising only for the steady

Decline of enthusiasm, reminding me happiness is a deception so on the way home, I feel hollow for

Not being productive and while some good people say don’t let it get to you, they don’t know enough

About me to know I’m plagued with various conditions and I’ve heard the whispering of wanting me

Gone as help won’t come because I asked are you there to all the wrong people, getting only silence.

 

Even if I burn the midnight oil and find success after several lackluster hours, all the previous nights

Haunt me to the point where I’m crying in my sleep as my memories of failure come back to me with

Additional fears and regrets forming darker creations because the sandman wants me to suffer for as

Long as possible to go for the sinister hat trick of fear, grief and hatred of myself for no longer being

The prodigal son unable to achieve any rest till the sun comes up again and the vicious cycle repeats.

 

This may be hard to hear, but I don’t believe in miracles as I can’t remember the last time something

Truly remarkable happened with lasting value to make me hear the rainbow song that’s everywhere to

Soothe damaged hearts, yet mine hasn’t felt anything like that in so long that I may not recognize the

Chance to create a small slice of paradise to help me manage with the rest of the world’s sick tendency

To keep many people like me on the border of temporary peace and frequent anxiety for all eternity.

 

For anyone who has made it this far, I wish you could look at me now, on the verge of collapse with

These strange words serving as a letter to the world that not everyone has the best life and if we feel

Trapped by expectations on both sides of the equation needing to be balanced with a one in a million

Freak accident to let me know I’m not alone and some serenity give will come right back to me to be

An anchor for the future knowing the wheels are turning away from sorrow on the difficult journey.

 

I don’t want to be alone, but I’m afraid of living moment to moment with people who can’t be there

To dispel darkness because they want to see how the love goes and abandon me at the first chance if

A little weakness too much and I fall apart right before your eyes when life puts too much on my plate

With insufficient time to process on top of being seen as a mad dog that needs to be put down to save

Everyone else from the shame of trying to temper the molten love of a man who feels like a mistake.

 

 

All I can say in the end it that my hidden talent has sadly revealed more of my pain to good people to

See who I have left to trust and while this piece was difficult, to each his own method for dealing with

Life and we all need a mental hideaway to feel like we’re still important and hold onto the memories

That brought us the most joy instead being trapped in the sea of misery that seems to never runs dry.

 

What happens next isn’t all up to me because it’s your move on how we continue, either together or

Far apart like so many before you, but know that I need you as I fear the future will take away more

Good things in my life and one morning I’ll wake up to nothing left and won’t know what to do, so

Please don’t let me be lonely because while I can avoid people when needed, I still want to be around

Those who gave me a reason to make a dream come true by standing in the brilliant light of friendship.