Daffodills

Daffodils

I want to write a story

      Starting from now

              About my view on human nature

How pain and hate destroys everything we know

How it creeps in and rattles us

              to the very soul   

                    leaving nothing

                          but who we want to be

                          that is it

Can't say I've ever been in a state of true terror, true despair

              so I might be wrong

though this is just how I feel sometimes

          and sometimes I feel very stuck

you see we live in this world where we seek others acceptance

those who are not born into the so called state of "perfection"

have to act as though nothing matters but being who you are

        I mean to say it is a complete joke

Now don't get me wrong, sometimes I am completely happy

from one standpoint

from another I look through the one way glass

I have a clear true sight

but for seven hours of the day I am forced to see through blurry eyes for they do not see truth

but there are a few, simple few

who see as I do, to a certain point

But I need someone to know the truth

                                                                                                                  Driving down the rode there are daffodils yellow little flowers in small clusters spiratcally here and there but they are here I see them everywhere

It is constant judgement and I am guilty as c