Tears of joy, tears of pain

15/01/2022
Tears of joy,
Tears of pain

With all our worlds technology.
Why still,
all the death and decay,
Why can’t we all live and be happy?
Why have we got to be so split,
Rich or poor,
Tears of pain,
Tears of joy.
In life you can feel massively inflated on one hand,
Whilst being Completely deflated on the other.
Depending what’s more,
Determines your day.
It could have a detrimental affect on your whole life.
Let alone day to week,
To months,
To years.
Your own fate is in the balance.
So don’t try to change the hand that you are given.
I’ve so many amazing things going on in my life,
Yet I’m terminally ill with cancer!
So between happy and sad,
I’m like a ballerina dancer, 
Although I can’t move like one,
My mind does,
And has me going back n fourth,
Causing mental trauma.
So many things in life,
For anyone,
Cause no harm physically,
But mentally?
That’s a whole different kettle of fish.
They both stay with you all your life,
Although mentality shapes you,
Yet not in your own design.
With physical impairments,
Well most anyway,
You can still go about mental duties,
Without any pain whereas mental,
That can take a lifetime to take back and gain.
Which hurts more?
Physical or mental wains?
Both can disable you,
Like there’s a switch in the forefront of your brain.
Being pure mental though,
Must be evil and insanity through and through.
It’s like you’ve lost your screw.
Or your lightbulb has gone and you don’t know what to do.
If you suffer with both,
Like I and many others.
Just like mentally,
Physically we can hide our pain and anguish.
Just to make others happier and not to worry.

You could lose someone or something dear to you.
You may have taken a bite in life,
Tasted it,
Then want to throw it away.
Our lives aren’t recyclable,
They’re replaceable.
Well in all the worlds powers,
We’re just minions in their beady and shrewd looking eyes.
They don’t care about us.
Rather they cheat and then hide it from their poor husbands or wives.
Mentally destroying,
What we were fooled into thinking was trust. 
The same with the world.
We put so much into it,
Then receive what back?
As there’s nobody in your corner,
Patting a reassuring hand upon your back,
Your soul.
As long as you look after all those that you dearly hold.
Not digging and hiding under the surface,
Blind as a mole.
You’ll know you’ll have done your best,
Whether you die young.
Whether you die old.
At least in life,
Your story will stand out,
Like writing in bold.
Don’t follow the hypocrisy of our worlds leaders.
Let your own story play out.
Let it be told!