All try,
But fail.
All want love,
But do not trust the others judgment.

Some are sent,
Away to another place,
By the ones they love,
That do not even trust,
Their own judgment to be correct.

This place makes no sense,
For all do not no what is right,
What is real,
What can not be trusted,
And what can,
What is simply,
Unforgivable.

Such things may not be easy,
To find for some,
And not sought by others.

You may think that love is real,
And that miracles do come true,
But those are only fairy tales.
Tales that hide the truth,
Never being questioned.

These things hide what the world is.
And when one is a failure,
For not knowing what the world truly is,
Society doesn't except them for this.
Yet still doesn't blame,
The tales,
In which this failure is spawned.

No one has simple reason to question these things:

The love one has for another.

Trust in which one should give so easily,
But doesn't.

The unforgivable,
Which is always forgiven,
Though shouldn't be.

And fairytale,
Which exist only to please the minds of child's,
And to keep those same children,
Hidden from the truth.

((Poet Note: I just made this up one day, and just found it on my computer
today...I think I was mad at the world that day...))
 
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