It’s because you aren’t perfect and you cry because you know it
But then when they tell you you’re beautiful enough times
you start to believe it..
and then you see it.
And seeing your own beauty is like gazing into another world. Because your view of the world changes when you see it through your beauty. A beauty that you believe in.
and thus you believe in the world that you now tread in.
and happily live in it because you are now in it.
What is the definition of life
Are we all the same on the inside
Are the monsters real
or is it just what I think
Being the silent one in the back
I appear as a creep
No one really knows
The things I see
The secrets I keep
The words in my mouth
that never came out
Is it all nothing
Or was it all worth something
that I never really became a part
of the rest of the living
My worst nightmare is seeing children crying
scared to death
from bombs and the burning toxic galore
of illegal war
destroying souls and more
celebrated by the world’s lovers of gore
as its broadcasted to the masses
that it’s the water for your planted fears
that you’ve been taught for years
to kill others
who don’t look like you
women and children, and men alike
are bloodied and traumatized
dying and hospitalized
wondering when their hospitals
will be attacked too.
Palestine, Syria, these arab sisters are victims of war crimes
all under the guise of terrorism
as if creating rivers of blood will drown ISIS
giving in to the lust and playing with chemical attacks
and torturing civilians alive
It will earn the safe western public a medal… for war on terrorism
raping women
kidnapping children
torturing men
an arab genocide
Note To My Sanity 