I’m tired of feeling like the people around me are the enemy. I’m tired of becoming the enemy because I’m trying so hard not to be.
Sometimes we just need to pause, retreat, realign, and reemerge more lovingly.
Honestly, I See Monsters
Honestly
I don’t want a need to survive
to reduce me to weaving a web of lies
captured, held captive by searching eyes
desperate to escape, deceit starts looking nice
I need truth to free me from the traps
explain why my honesty sets me back
navigating a system designed to attack
dependant on creating fear by illusion of lack
try to find the good in everybody
even after it’s been beaten out, left bruised and bloody
creating waves as internal waters get murky, start to muddy
when we’re desperate for survival, habits turn cruddy
I believe I’ve reached bottom when I start to dig myself out of this hole
one I’ve dug myself into with lies as tools
trying to combat a system teaming with greed-hungry trolls
left looking around at the spirits broken by profit-made rules
Honestly
too many people are focused on getting ahead
can’t count how many sticks turned puppets, displaying the dead
how many towns burned down, painted with red
noses of these clowns, stuck up, they’re jokes they said
but the people aren’t laughing
only predatory Pennywise-type clowns left clapping
worlds dark, only bloodshed drips down, but people are lapping
thinking it’s water as they keep taking this crap in
I look around wondering how did this happen
whole communities left to drown, they watch destruction like porn, still fapping
tell us to work harder to get ahead but our bodies are dragging
the innocent everywhere left for dead, we don’t even bother to bag ’em
Honestly
I ask when will people learn to value honesty
a lifetime worth of work traded for a bite to eat
something’s fishy there, don’t you agree?
So I’m focused on growing, a garden, me
You’re welcome to come sit at my table, rest your feet
I’m happy to prepare you a meal, join you to eat
converse about caring, sharing, sustainability
I just ask that we slow down our pace, stop measuring worth by productivity
and when the clowns come to joke, I’ll invite them for tea
watch them choke on their words over the truth we see
don’t attack them right back because love is what sets free
the monsters, the demons, that beg to be seen
and what you may not know is that once they’re released
they’ll settle for meals instead of people when they’re hungry
but jumping to fight right back, bite right back just leaves you on their leash
turning you monstrous yourself instead of joining in peace
Honestly
I know I sound delusional but someday, I’ll find this world I seek.
I will – I honestly, truly, believe.
And I hope when I do, you’re beside me.
Much love, until next time.
Madeline May I... 