Clarity

My mundane life is mixed with my empty facade of reality.

My masks all merge into one big cry for humanity.

The jar is full of insincerity 

Everyone’s on about chastity.

But really, no one wants to reveal their immorality.

Screams are silenced like in a dimly lit hall of a library,

where the only sounds allowed are the rustling of pages and the scraping of pens in our diaries.

Stories untold rest among the shelves, often forgotten, 

hiding cries of our forsaken sanity.

Sanctity, this world is trapped in its own disparity. 

Desperately trying to hold on to the slightest hope of humanity. 

But we’re too far gone into this, never-ending pool of comparability, too stuck up trying to prove we’re doing charity.

But since talking about it won’t bring any clarity, let’s just continue living in our world of parity.

Author's Note

posting after gaps cuz the site's been weird with me