Underneath the flesh

We tend to run without thought towards a direction we think is right for us. We talk too soon and don’t think twice before we open our mouth. The things we say are interpreted in different ways and most of the time what we say doesn’t matter. We throw out advice and tell people how to live their life, but when we look at our own life we realize that what we say doesn’t reflect how we live. We’re hypocrites. We are judgmental and compare ourselves to other people putting ourselves above everyone and everything to make ourselves feel better about who we really are. We throw on a mask and an act for the people we care about because we don’t want them to see a side of us they’ve never seen before. We care so much about how the world views us that we lose who we really are. We do what people want us to do and say what they want to hear because we are scared. We have the tendency to sit back and not say a word even when we know we should say something because it aches and eats at us. We play the pity party game in hopes that someone somewhere will give us the time of day and actually listen to how much pain is weighted upon our chest. We hold things in for so long that we become numb to everything and one day we will explode. We find ourselves becoming dull and unaware of life’s greatest adventures. We are so caught up in dreaming and searching for love that we miss what is laying in front of us now. When we are wrong we have a hard time admitting it, so we blame someone or something else. We are worthless. Accept it.