Boast

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No, they do not want to know

The hurdles you’ve crossed,

The places where you’d been hurt,

The tragic way

You’ve fallen,

How nightmares have scared you,

How you’ve cried yourself

To sleep

On those nights of pain;

No, they do not want

To know your struggles,

Your lonesome days,

Or your extreme fears;

All they want to hear

Is you’re never going to be better

Than they had ever been,

That you’re lower

Than them,

That they have always been

Your only hope

To a better life;

All they want to show

Is their wealth,

That they’re in a better situation,

Than you have ever been,

That you are dust

On comparison;

All they’ve ever wanted

Was to brag

And boast

In front of people 

Who never cared a bit.

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Illusion

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As if there are fire torches

In an underground cavern,

As if there are stars

On a moonless night,

As if there are roses

In a barren desert,

As if there are flecks of hope

In moments of despair,

Here I am,

Trapped in this illusion,

As if there’s love

Amdist all the well-concealed hate.