The Fool Who Dreamt Too Much

(The Story of a Failure)

I was an absolute fool,

For expecting too much from life.

I believed friendships would last,

I believed love could be pure,

I believed my parents would heal,

I believed I could be pure.

I thought I could achieve my dreams,

But I guess I expected too much…

I thought at least one person would understand,

But no one did truly understand,

Guess I asked for too much, and I got too little.

What have I done to deserve a life so brittle?

I wanted to experience the vivid colors of life,

I longed for the refined, the novel, and the strange,

But instead, all I got were scraps and leftovers.

I was forced to accept what was given to me and change my essence,

Forced to leave behind my sacred dreams and childlike visions.

I tolerated people who cared less,

I allowed patterns I never should have,

I was unreasonably patient with realities that never served me well.

And so, I accumulated scars I never should have.

The things I loved stayed on the back burner,

The things I cared about never materialized when I needed them.

I was an absolute fool,

For trusting this shallow world over the depths of my own.

I was a fool to believe,

That at least one human soul would understand the weight of my words.

(Written by the fool who failed)

- Paradox.

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