Beautiful Unreliable World
Crawled out of the shell,
I had always hid in,
hoping to learn new ways,
and make new friends.
Just a little of what I'd say,
is spun into a nice little tale,
showing sides that I never knew,
telling unfamiliar stories of me.
Has life got to continue on,
in this bitter betrayal,
where I only stand solitary,
with many acquaintances.
Is this the wonderful world,
where backstab never fails,
to follow one who tries so hard,
fighting inhibitions and fear?
This beautiful place we call home,
where hope merely gets trampled on,
and emotions are often toyed with,
such life is too unreliable, no?