Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes…

Why do we still set ourselves up?
To fail,
To fall,
To disappoint?
It’s no wonder that there has been an increase in stress and depression,
Whilst we contend with this obsession,
Of wrapping up the future in cotton wool.
Why have we not yet learnt,
That no lasting good reigns from being corrupt!?
Sugar is the Devil,
And only morons dare wear its coat!
It’s inevitable that we shall fall,
Fail,
And disappoint,
When we are inundated by lies and deceit,
From the very moment we take our first breath.
When eventually in receipt of the truth,
It is no wonder our worlds cave in,
Leaving us unfulfilled.
Micro managed via politics and money,
Man made ideals,
Man made rules,
That manipulate,
Build and dictate society,
We simply must conform,
Follow suit,
Abide,
And engage in reproduction.
Yet there is no Prince Charming or Fairy Godmother,
The human fuel to children’s dreams,
Tarnish those distributed by the sandman,
As adults,
We know this,
So why do we bother!?
Despite the catchy tune,
Even lullaby’s,
And Fairy Tale’s,
Are all rubbish and lies,
Heads,
Shoulders,
Knees,
And toes,
Is not actually about where your hand goes,
But preparation for all of the woes,
That we will surely face past puberty,
When the make believe stories loose their security,
We shall have overwhelmed heads,
Weight on our shoulders,
Fall to our knees,
From our down trodden toes,
Because life is not what we once thought it to be,
The way it was portrayed and told to be,
It will most likely end up nothing like your fantasy,
No rainbows and magic,
What an anti climax,
How tragic!
Real life is rarely like what dreams are made of,
But more of a living nightmare,
Full of pain,
Disappointment,
And despair,
The boogie man is not under your bed,
His everywhere.

Alone

Is it possible to feel whole without another?
As we grow older,
More and more people seem to find each other,
Couple up,
Merge together,
One becomes two,
It’s very common,
What people seem to do.
Then comes three,
Four,
And maybe more,
Strength in numbers,
Wedding rings,
Erase casual and saucy flings,
Commitment and a future,
Trumps single hood and uncertainty,
And those left behind may as well drift out to sea.
They have forgotten the people whom are left alone,
People like me,
Without a thought,
Or any sympathy,
Because the couples now have a different reality,
They have completely forgotten what it is like to be lonely.
Excluded,
Now separated by category,
Roaming in the wilderness,
Alone,
Unhappy,
Despite trying really hard not to be,
I wonder if this is how it shall always be for me!?
Probably,
Life is not a fairytale,
We can’t all get what we want,
And we can’t all be happy,
Such a notion does not reflect reality.
Yet with so many negatives already stacked against me,
It would have been nice to not also have cupids arrow shoot right past me!
Tears fall heavy,
My heart beats fast,
If I must endure this pain forever more,
I do not know how long I can last.
I am starting to dream less about the future,
Longing for this pain and isolation to cease,
Weak from getting up from continuous rejection,
Longing for those who long for me not,
Being toyed with like trash,
Dropped,
Ghosted,
Forgot,
Swiped left and left to rot,
Showered with deceit,
Lead on,
Played,
I know longer have the energy to get back on my feet,
My heart saddened,
Bruised,
And black,
Once radiant,
Beaming,
Give,
Give,
Giving love,
Now barely beats,
Damaged goods!
Sad and defeated,
I am stuck,
Alone.

My Iron Mask

Like the man in the Iron Mask,
I have on similar attire,
Worry not about the bolts and staples attaching the painted and heavy mask to my face,
It is what lye’s underneath that hurts.
Not the painted smile.
My hands shake,
But you do not see.
My heart aches,
But you do not see.
My body trembles,
But you do not see.
Tears fall,
But you do not see.
You don’t really see me at all.
All you see is the fake smile on my cast iron mask,
Yet truthfully,
I cannot remember when I smiled last!

The Beautiful Me…

I visualise,
And hypnotise,
What appears before your very eyes,
I think thin,
I think slim,
And project that image before you,
Wide eyes,
A full smile,
Complimented with an open heart,
I focus on projecting beauty.
Under my spell,
And mesmerised,
You see what I want you to see,
Believe what I want you to see,
The only one not fooled is me.
I witness my reflection that bounces from your eyes,
Yet the person that I see,
I do not recognise.
I’m sorry for all of the deceit and lies,
And I wish that the fa├žade was true,
More then you could ever realise,
Perhaps one day you will see the real me,
Or I can become,
“The beautiful me”
That you see.