Someone please, riddle me this...
Show me where it says, that where once you were promised aspiration on a silver platter and left, instead, with nothing of the sort, (bar the same yen for wanton perfection in life), that one should continue the facade that has become their day, and appear forevermore, happy.
Where does it state that this lackluster acceptance of perfectionless "shite" should go unnoticed, brushed under the carpet, time and time again.
Forsaken of normality in it's many reaches, continually uprooting and undermining the very values and emotions one tries so hard to set in concrete, continually denied of such luxuries and peace.
Continually uprooted, nail on the head.
Does everyone go along with this sycophantic merry-go-round?
It's spin is enough to make you vomit at first, and as time marches on would have you get used to it and eventually forgetting it's spin.
Is this where I falter?
Perhaps. But I'm no fool.
Emotional, but no fool.
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