Pretend it Doesn't Exist

photo by Rebecca Hosking Photography

PRETEND IT DOESN'T EXIST

You can rip out pages from your journal

Pretend like that day didn't exist

It does not change what's in your heart

It still does not erase the tears

You can own your responsibility

But it will not erase theirs

Suck it up, bite your tongue,

Shove your hands in your pockets

To prevent them from staying young

Yeah the world thinks you are a push over

And have no problems stepping on your toes

Careful to mimic their behavior

Because they won't take it as well as you

All the sudden you're the devil

The same person they held in high regards

The one time you were down on your luck

They started to miss your charm

Oh fear not my silent willow hiding in the brush

Karma will have her due diligence

And shower you with gifts of love

Turn your head, pretend it doesn't exist

This cruel world surrounding us

Filled to the brim with false prophets

Chastising you for rising above

R. Hosking

©2020

www.rebeccahosking.com

Smoking Mirrors

SMOKING MIRRORS

It must be exhausting always being right

How are you able to carry the weight of the world the way you do

I would show a bit more respect

But disagree with your arrogant attitude

Do you feel peace or are you so consumed with hate

Buried so deep you can't see who you are in the mirror

Blinded by a common face

It is so easy to point fingers

Even easier to judge

Pitching your stone out your glass window

Until it crashes your neighbor's glass walls

It is so easy to see someone else's problems

Looking from the outside in

Turn the mirror to yourself

While it is still smoking

Hide behind the dark cloud

You may even get some sympathy

Since my methods are deemed unorthodox

Guess it never occurred to you

You may be the one that is wrong

Not sure why we can't love one another

Forgive and forget

But we always prefer living under the weight of hatred

Including myself

But today I decided to get off the ride

My head was spinning and making me sick

So instead I tried being nice

Asked my enemy to make a wish

It is not my fault they wished ill will on mankind

Wait, my mistake, it was only wished upon me

Self entitled greedy little bastards

Always lurking in the trees

Sorry you do not dictate my moods

No matter how childish you are allowed to be

Remember that smoking mirror

The one you hide behind

Well, simply because I chose to close my eyes

Does not mean I am blind

Does it make a bigger person to stand your ground

While flexing your muscles

I thought the meek would inherit the earth

Not the tyrants and devils

R. Hosking

© 2015