Page 1, You know what, this is just another depressing poem I wrote when I was feeling depressed.

Not Beautiful

Nature, flowers, smiles,

A realistic view of the word “beautiful”.

But they aren’t beautiful in my world.

Instead, there’s darkness, shame, and most of all, hate.

Walking through the thick darkness,

Trudging through the swallowing shame,

And drowning in the swamp of hate.

No such word like “beautiful” exists here.

How can there be, when the world only exists of these three traits?

But the world cannot change,

Because it doesn’t want to change.

It will remain in its state of unlikely peace,

Despite protests,

Logic,

Or anything else.

There is no “light”, no hope.

Except the bright light you’re brought,

Make a pessimistic hope.

It seems impossible, but everything about you is so mysterious, and unknown,

That it doesn’t even matter.

You’re the shining light that embraces, engulfs, that bathes in the light

That we once cherished so dearly.

Racing to you, wanting to be you.

But, you refuse.

The portal of truth closes,

And we are once again submerged into the lies we’ve brought to survive.

We stay in this horrific place,

With the beautiful place right next door.

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