Comfort in Disguise.

perhaps what makes us uneasy in the end

brings a comfort we do not understand 

a comfort that is so easily automatic

we make letting go more destructive to ourselves than the actual reason of our pain 

do we have the right to complain

convincing ourselves we are insane

why are we so hard on ourselves, but have the courage to let go of who we are 

sanity mixed in with false pleasures that disguise itself as what we want it to be 

failing to see pass the fog of unclarity 

the love that we want sometimes isn’t the love we need

and that’s where maybe the love that we need that we don’t have 

and pleasures meet 

so we greet ourselves to those that bring us a comfort we do not understand

but here you are standing in the midst of a partial reality 

ask yourself what is really true and what do you make yourself believe what is true 

creating an illusion of space that your mind indulges in

day after day

night after night 

you slowly feel yourself becoming trapped in 

some days you find yourself wanting to be free 

other days you want to stay taken away 

you might call this perfectly imbalanced 

just like the perfect flaws you convince yourself you see 

inside and outside 

if only some realized how deep your heart caves in 

hollow grounds intertwined with what you aspire to make a home in

the hearts of many, you live 

or wish to live

or dream to live

or regret that you ever lived in

pieces of yourself gently scattered in those hollow spaces

why are we so hard on ourselves, but have the courage to let go of who we are

for the comfort of others