Walking down a row of disappointment,
I stumble into a seat of boredom
and wait for the day to proceed,
Dodging insolent souls and words.
Two truly fake hearts wonder their way
Before me and boldly speak unwisely.
The hearts that thrive off pain unknowingly,
look me in the eye and sense insecurities.
Immediate instinct kicked in.
To dig those insecurities till they enlarge
into a colossal mountain, was not their
Words slipped out of one heart’s mouth;
I sat, still and emotionless.
I was propounded by the little words that scarred me
I looked at the hearts in vain.
The heart, scared of being told off by the other heart,
Threw bogus compliments my way.
I, knowing that the words thrown at me were fake,
Was hurt, yet acted like I were grateful.
Grateful for being complimented
By two hearts that were supposedly perfect.
Grateful for the hearts attempting to raise
My apparently low self-esteem.
Grateful to be given words by two
Fake little hearts, who now meant nothing to me.
My supposed gratefulness rose a new sense
of accomplishment to the hearts.
Fake produced fake.
It was hence, a cycle.
The two little hearts pumped out
The nicest things to say
In the most fakest way, possible.
It was almost like how most people
Say things that other people would like to hear.
Here’s the truth:
‘Sticks and stones’ is complete bullshit
Compliments are lovely, but only genuine ones
Aside, people can tell if you mean it or not.
This is not anonymous shade, but a serious problem faced a lot. Thank you so much for reading my words. It’d mean the world to me if you told your friends about PERPETUAL KALOPSIA. I’ve been trying to post but school’s first.
See you soon ❤