Playing with fire

Passion, a truth to follow


Misery, the time to wallow

I want to play with fire

Will I get burnt?



Defiance, a rebel at heart

Obedience, a virtue apart

I want to play with fire

Though I might get burnt



Integrity, the value of men

Lies, the counter act sent

I want to play with fire

I don't think I'll get burnt



Add fire to fire

Only a bigger flame

Endless trouble

A timeless game

But I want to play with fire

I won't get burnt

False pretenses

Ok, Why am I such a depressing maniac?
Lets try to go to a happier topic.
Though I really suck at those.
Ok, I can't do it.

Ok, so you see someone, they look happy...but are they really?
Sometimes the people we think are the happiest are truly the people suffering the most. Sometimes I think Im blind for not seeing it.
I have this insane notion that I can bring about a change. What change? I don't know. But a change nonetheless. Maybe in a person or something I do...
And since Im stuck in my own little bubble for now, I just wanna make a change by making people happy. But Im really naive. I've failed at it again and again. I cant seem to make any one happy. Especially since Im sensitive and get upset easily. Im such a loser. But yea, no matter how many times I fail, I'll try again. I dont know which way to think of it? Am I trying till I succeed or am I just not learning my lesson?

Sigh, here goes nothin. 

Smothered

It's happening again. After a long time.
Just when I got used to the feel of the breeze, the warmth of the sun's caress.
Im being pulled down under again. Thrashing in these tides that will only pull me deeper. Im struggling to stay afloat but it's difficult, all over again.
I feel smothered. I wanna escape but I cant. The momentary freedom I had...was it an illusion?
It was a cruel trick by the irony gods, if I can say so.

And the one thing that had been my safe haven, turned against me.
Does the heart ever forget heart break? No, I dont think so. Each heart break is harder than the last and after how many more will I truly break?

Do I seem easy to read? To decipher? I cant even read myself sometimes. And maybe that part comes from the part I hate the most. The one thing that I have never and will never admit to any one. I dont know why. Am I being strong or am I just ashamed? Am I scared or do I actually deep in my heart not care?
I scare myself. I do not know what I have become or where I am leading myself.

Maybe it's more peaceful under the waves?

Caught in a web of deception

Lying....what is it?
Lying is the beginning of a web. A web which will hold fast for too long and break at the wrong moment.
You lie when you are scared of what truth will do.
But the fact of the matter is, truth will never hurt you. It's your actions alone that will cause pain.
There's no point of weaving this confusing labyrinth of a web because you're only going to get lost in it.
You might as well tell the truth in the beginning and take what you get instead of lying and then ending up being sadder than needed.

And if you think you got away with it. Think twice. You didn't. God still knows and so does your conscience. The truth will always claw at you till you break and the truth spills.

Lying is cheating a person of the knowledge they rightfully deserve.
Lying is for cowards
Lying is putting off the blame.

If you add fire to fire, you're only going to get a bigger flame and somebody will get burnt. The bigger the flame, the harder it is to extinguish. Put the flame out now and save everyone from a world of hurt and deception.

Webs are for spiders and liars. Which one are you?