THE HYPOCRISY OF BEING HUMAN

THE HYPOCRISY OF BEING HUMAN

I saw my mother crying while praying,

I heard her telling God she's scared I might die alone,

I fear she might be right, I mean she's always right,

But if she knew half of the things I have done,

She would be more optimistic,

I have been crucified by lovers,

Betrayed by men,

Stoned by strangers and hurt by friends..

I dreamt last night I died and stood outside those pearly gates, if the heavens knew the things I have done, they would never let me in..

I know nothing of love so I tend to crucify them too,

I have destroyed happiness from the innocents,

Consumed by hate,

I have feast on their pains and fears,

I'm not so innocent mother,

The things I have done horribly to men.

I cut their ego in to pieces, exposed them to the sun and watch it disappear like wealth,

I have deceived the ones that love me,

Killed the ones that trusted me,

I do not wish to be loved by these people of the world...

And I do not wish to bring an offspring to this world..

As I lay quietly like the earth,

Humbled at last, I can't feel the sun or the wind,

My eyes are widely opened...

Darkness all around me,

I hear the strange noises from up above,

I prefer it here, I worship here..

It saddens the people that loves me but I lay down with a smile in the dark..

My journey has finally come to an end...

I was only a wanderer in this world

My soul disappearing like a fog exposed under the sun....

I am free at last, free from all desire..

The world is not a friend of mine..

Neither I, a friend to this world...