1d
Real people smile,
Real people bleed.
Reality is held by physicality,
And philosophical pillars.
You may smile,
But if you smile without knowing what it’s like to bleed,
Somebody will come show you.
It’s humanity,
In retrospect,
It’s human illness.
We wish to see others struggle when we struggle,
But when we are not struggling,
Then there is a disgust placed with the struggling.
For if you know what it’s like to bleed,
Yet, not what it’s like to smile,
You will long to draw blood,
From the smiling.
Real people bleed.
Reality is held by physicality,
And philosophical pillars.
You may smile,
But if you smile without knowing what it’s like to bleed,
Somebody will come show you.
It’s humanity,
In retrospect,
It’s human illness.
We wish to see others struggle when we struggle,
But when we are not struggling,
Then there is a disgust placed with the struggling.
For if you know what it’s like to bleed,
Yet, not what it’s like to smile,
You will long to draw blood,
From the smiling.
Humans are naturally vain and cruel. The struggle is within learning to accept that we can only do the best we are capable of and that each of us is created with a different set of skills to fill a different role. If you have the hands to paint, do not envy those who have the hands to build, go paint.
(14/M/Rochester NY)
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