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Life is tough as far as your two eyes can see.
Life is tough no matter what you want to be.
It is hard to live no matter the colour or race.
Tough to find happiness no matter your face.

But I - I find life tough because of what I am.
I find life just discriminates for this one man.
I complain a lot for small and puny concerns.
Vent with rhymes even though it still burns.

They ask me to be happy, so I mask the image.
Practicing all life. Venting, not the scrimmage.
Ask me to disregard, and ignore all the issue.
As it dissolves my cores, brains, even tissue.

How am I suppose to be happy with my life?
Be thankful to my God, yet still, I would strife
Pretend calm, when I live constantly in fear.
Seeing scenes, that aren't deemed to be there.

Asked to live livelily, while I live in this hell.
Asked to come outside, but I enjoy this shell.
Isolated from others that may try to hurt me.
Sadly, isolated from those who'd comfort me.

Lifes problem surround me quite immovable.
Life is so pretty, gorgeous and so beautiful.
Life is hard, straight off the bat. It is not easy to live a life. It is filled with issues no matter what you are. And you might think life discriminates just for you, but it doesn't. I feel the same way, so it's hypocritical of me to say that. All we could do is vent it out, or try to work on our problems that affect us.

When life gives you too many problems that your mind can't handle, you just find it easy to deal with after a while. The psychology behind it, what I think is that, when a person gets hurt for the first time, they throw two tantrums about it - The same person after being hurt infinite times forget the severity of that wound, and dismisses that wound facing the other way to heal great wounds he's dealing with. I am just tired of dealing with any of these stress, so I don't care if I get hurt or...

While others ask me to be happy, it is impossible for a person to be happy all the time, so how can I be this joyous? I just mask it, and it's good for others.

... mask so much... forgot the imagery behind it...
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Kittilykitten's avatar
There is much pain, yet so much reflection about life in general in this poem..  :,(