Rant×Acceptance

I wrote it a couple of years ago, and it's quite personal apparently..........let me know about it
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Was it all a lie?
All the tries, the errors
All the hard-slept nights, just to wake up in fear
Of losing, of falling in the pool of my own tears

Tell me, am I not human?
Trying to please, just a jester to you?
Watching you cry, I cry too
You never try to know, though, if I do

Am I to blame?
Yes, probably, 'cause I am Life
Yes I lead you to walk the edge of a knife
And put you in forever of misery and strife

But is it real?
Should not be, but here it is
This is what I make of it—
There's still a lot of time
To understand, to make things fine
But hey, till then let's bicker and ignore the signs
And end this shit when things don't rhyme