Tin Man
It sucks how cruel the world is,
how selfish we all can be
Oblivious to the nature of our being,
fighting and ignoring the truth.
As I'm writing this you're fighting,
as am I,
fighting back tears that mourn the death of two,
fighting those that don't care-
always putting themselves above the rest.
Seasons change, they say,
but do people?
I mean do we really change,
or are we just acting,
playing pretend, like children.
Being fake, ignorant, artificial, POSERS.
Trying to be this when we know,
better than anyone else
that deep down we are heartless...
Completely, utterly, painfully,
HEARTLESS
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