Sweet Dreams

So when is the hypocracy going to end?
When will we stop living to prolong death?
When will the fake smiles show their real faces?
And why hasn't it happened yet?

My body can't take it
My eyes can't hold back
My feet cannot move on
And my mouth is tired of smiling

The awkwardness of these people
Is the proof of stupidity
And inexperience
And sweet bliss

Why don't I feel bliss?
Must I become like everyone else?
I can't believe the path I'm taking
I don't understand why it's so different

Let me be free
To do my own thing
Allow me to see
Who I'm meant to be

And if I turn back
Embrace me with open arms
And if I don't
Stay with me

These hands will soon cease
My eyes won't keep looking up
My soul is tired and depleted
So I'm going to sleep

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I wrote this poem on the day I wrote the poem above this one. It was a very tiring day, and I wasn't so good spiritually speaking. I was just down the whole day, not depressed but not happy either. This was written a period before the poem above, and I think the other poem came out better (probably because of how I got inspired to write it).