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These wasted tears I seem to cry from broken hearts to the simplest of lies.  In truth I can never escape this world that seems to love watching me suffer, but I'm told to be grateful in a tone not soft but rougher.  You know I try to look at the brighter side of life that isn't affected by its own turmoil and strife.  Sometimes I feel like I'm trapped in my own skin as it merely acts as a vessel for something way deeper, I'm not quite sure what what that is yet but I'm sure there is more to it; the places I've been and the people I've met.  In all honesty this world, this planet, it scares me into hiding, keeping me here while I'm turned into nothing worth finding.  People often bow down and praise the idea of "true love" but how do you know what's true and what's not?? I'm sorry but the human race has not proved to be the most reliable or trustworthy of all species especially while we go around killing one another as if it's some big game where the last man standing is rewarded with a prize.  It's really quite pathetic, you know the way we put so much into something or someone then when it's over we have no choice but to cry, scream, be angry, whatever.  WAKE UP! It's time to realize that you can't trust anyone or anything in today's modern society.  You can't even trust yourself.  So here's an idea or a suggestion for ya, try not thinking about yourself, your dreams, wants, needs, etc.  Clear your mind  and see what happens.  I've tried it many of times for instance this was originally going to be a poem but after a while it didn't matter, I just kept writing.  You'll be amazed at what might or might not happen.