Gloom, that’s where it starts,
but there’s more, always,
like a feeling you can’t let go of
and a realization that never leaves you.
But where is it we wish to be
in the eyes of those that surround us,
what is it we dream of conquering
when lies stop and we are every bit true?
Because we’ve always evaluated ourselves
from the eyes of others,
of what they would think
and set the bar for something we can’t control.
Sure the reigns could go low
but it’s the desire that never ceases,
to be better, being happier,
cause we’ve accepted those chains
that push us, but never let go,
that hurt us, but just enough to not show.
And we keep on,
for the fire will always amaze
and we could never realize the irony
of always being better
than before.
·poetry