A piece ..
Understand that it is not my choice to not see the good in people
Understand that i have been preprogrammed by a series of events i can never undo
Understand that this is no excuse
The bad is always easier and clearer seen that the good
I have tried to reset and rearrange the way i view things
Realizing now that i could only accept this
Finding a way to cooperate with this
But I’m not new to this
Since i was under the age
I’ve been under the influence of suppressed rage
Passive aggressive being my only domain
And Every time i try to refrain
I find myself plunged deeper in pain
I’m stuck in this horrid frailty
Feeling the loss of my own self-loyalty
When did skepticism and cynicism take shelter in my beloved mind?
Causing me to go blind
And loose sympathy
For the imperfections of others
Where did i take the hope
That i held on to, to help me cope
With all the fear in me, trying not to elope
All the soulful plans i had evoked?
What manner of madness
To steadily speak of kindness
And the ways of mans blindness
Yet still master the arts of unforgiveness
And harden the heart to towards weakness
Are the two actually intertwined?
Kindness and forgiveness
I think of this deeply as i sit and try to unwind
Are we truly as humane as we were once designed?
Or did that fade away long into our selfish facade
Maybe some questions don’t have answers
And maybe those answers are the missing puzzle piece to my ponders