People come and go, as sad as that is to believe––
one day you have them near you, the next they may decide to leave.
People are not who you think they are, or what them seem to be––
they omit parts of themselves to you, and show you what they want you to see.
People say a lot of things, but rarely have actions to match––
as time goes on, you carry on, unwillingly becoming attached.
People use you like a pawn, they take you by surprise––
they make you feel like it is all about you, when it is nothing at all; but lies.
People care about themselves, more then they do for you––
some
Live my life perfect
Live my life right
Do not let wrong infect
To violate the white
Avoid the black plague
Then I will be pure
Although grey is vague
I will be cured
Discard the damage
Discard the soul shattered shards
Battle a rage, oppose the savage
Within me, hunt the ugly corrupt-- discard
Separate me from my cancerous dread
It’s my heart and head