Life insists too much upon us
to take a second glance;
a second look.
We go through shutting everything out
and never realize what we could have;
what other people took.
We live in a world where nothing hurts
because we shun our pain
In return we gain nothing;
we reap nothing,
and do nothing to recover from the strain.
We make ourselves up as we go along
every sentence, every belief;
We never stop to think
someday we might be heard.
Our contradiction is within ourselves
and exists only there.
We have nothing to give their world,
nothing to care for;
nothing to share.