Growing Poem by Spanner Thegob

Growing up, nurtured on the diet of happy endings.
Only to discover the bitter aftertaste of life's realities,
To learn life's cruellest lessons,
our darkest journey may not lead us to the brightest places.
That the heart breaks, but lives on
That living, is pretending you're OK.

The world pushes,
but I don't have the strength to push back.
There is no beauty in being broken,
No joy in a heart which keeps secrets in silence
I will tell you about the horrible things I have done
I will tell you, of the wisdom which came with age and Experience.
My tears will tell you I am human,
My Apathy, however, will tell you nothing.

As Darkness falls from the breath of night, Doubts,
like wisps of smoke, drift in and out of my thoughts,
Death can be beautiful to a soul with no today and no tomorrow.
Salvation lies in the hopelessness of faith,
Freedom lies in the endlessness of hope,
my past, has become my prison.
And I fight myself, all the time.
We, never accepted truth,
just a version we could live with
The life I planned?
it's not the life we lead!

Sometimes,
I think my future is being written by someone who doesn't like me