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The Illusion
Like a small child the world plays tricks on you.
Your senses are oblivious by that "love" you keep believing is true.
Like most happy endings "love" only exists in fairy tales.
And you believe it...but are disappointed when it fails.
I wish the world could see the truth I see.
That they could be more like me.
The apathetic person I sometimes wish I didn't have to be.
But the truth must be revealed and the illusion of "love" must flee.
I find that many people are strong of mind.
Stubborn and willful to where "love" makes them blind.
They rather feel the ecstasy of life and joy.
Putting their life, their world in the hands of one hormonal boy.
I wish the world could see the truth I see.
That they could be more like me.
The apathetic person I sometimes wish I didn't have to be.
But the truth must be revealed and the illusion of "love" must flee.
You soon find yourself falling-depending entirely on him.
Your eyesight has darkened, the world is dim.
You’re laughing and talking wishing that moment would never end.
But little by little you're losing yourself, entering a deeper, darker river bend.
I wish the world could see the truth I see.
That they could be more like me.
The apathetic person I sometimes wish I didn't have to be.
But the truth must be revealed and the illusion of "love" must flee.
Over time-whether he says "We can still be friends."
And you’re thinking "My life is going to end!"
Or you find he's always late.
Changing the date.
Calling you different names.
Because he's with different dames.
Or your relationship just drifts apart.
Because there’s no "spark.”
Reality soon sets in.
That "love" was never within.
I wish the world could see the truth I see.
That they could be more like me.
The apathetic person I sometimes wish I didn't have to be.
But the truth must be revealed and the illusion of "love" must flee.
You're crying and soon find yourself in a state of depression.
Trying to forget him and all your transgressions.
But remember who you are!
You are a star!
Who cannot be kept behind bars!
You are a bird. Soaring high and independently.
Because the acceptance of the illusion is the only way to set you free.
I wish the world could see the truth I see.
That they could be more like me.
The apathetic person I sometimes wish I didn't have to be.
But the truth must be revealed and the illusion of "love" can set you free.
Life goes on. The pain subsides.
We all eventually have to say our goodbyes.
You move on. And forget the pain you once felt.
And again you put on the dependence belt.
You soon find yourself falling, depending entirely on him.
Your eyesight has darkened the world is dim.
You’re laughing and talking wishing that moment would never end.
And you move deeper into the river bend.
And you’re drowning!
And yet your heart is still pounding!
But I will never forget.
The pain will never set,
I am an independent woman
Who doesn't need a handy
Dandy
Man!
I wish the world could see the truth I see.
That they could be more like me.
The apathetic person I have to be.
Because the truth must be revealed and the illusion of "love" has set me free.
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I consider myself a very observant person. One thing I've always noticed is that women will do pretty much anything for a man, and not even care about the repercussions. They set themselves up for disappointment over and over again and they just don't get it. Girls think that they need a boyfriend to feel special, beautiful, needed, wanted, or accepted.
But you don't...I haven't had a boyfriend, a kiss, or even a date from anyone, and this may seem shallow or overly confident but I know i'm all of those things i stated above. Why? Because I hear it all the time from those annoying boys and I accept who I am.
My mom was something like these people I'm talking about in this poem. And one day I had enough of all the B.S. I turned cold-hearted(towards the prospect of love), became unattached to human life, as a sort of defense mechanism to make sure I will never go through what these girls do to them everyday.
The part about the dependence belt in the poem doesn't make much sense. So like a belt you put on willingly. You willingly allow yourself to depend on your love.