The Truth About Lies.

Leisurely vanishing into the forges of life

Who knew it would be life wrecking to realise how it all ties up at the end
and that

It’s not always rainbows and butterflies

And then creeping into the slight ache that follows

Which doesn’t quench the very need of knowing how to go a step ahead of crawling

Or even the need to compromise to come out of the turmoil

Instead,

manages to push you to the melancholy extremity

and makes you pick up the knife or tie the knot around your neck with the shivering hands

Makes you drown

At a snail’s pace

Deeper, deeper and deeper.

Try

Always try to come out

To not slacken

and dive out of the abyss

To always remain and seem to be the one with the good deeds and

Sure not needy

As all that is praised is power, strength, the brawny

Forget about the sadness that makes you look naive and emotionally vulnerable

As you now know

It’s not always rainbows and butterflies

Not rainbows

Nor butterflies.