True rest evades me. Can I not sleep without a dream? Or dream a dream that's beautiful?
Dreamland I know is in the head, but its comforting. And the comfort is present no longer.
Cannot sleep, knowing that I cannot speak words of the positive heart. Cannot sleep knowing things are not being fulfilled.
Cannot sleep, knowing cruel, harsh truth, sometimes must be the way to apprehend reality.
That is the life and reality of a society that judges the true nature of a single person... simply because she differs from everyone else.
Thoughts. Acts. Personality. Clothes.
And she cares not for she is the truth society cannot face for she is the diamond in the rough.
In short, society is the Pyramid Scheme we all unfortunately know...
Save for her.
For she knows true nature of this cruel, cold-hearted world.
About the Creator
I always felt like there were colours all around my head, I needed a way to put them down into paper. Brain going 1000 mi per second, I can put down my thoughts with ease. With several books on the horizon, my future seems bright again.