We All Live In This World

We all live in this world that we call home. What a perfect world it shows to be. From the outside looking in. The Bright and Beautiful colors glowing from afar. The miles and miles of fields of green lushish grass. But once you are on the other side of the glass, it looks horrible. No more baby blue sky. It is now filled with clouds of gray, smokey colors. Thunder and rain, lightning strikes, tension fills the air wit a musty touch. People are not who they seem to be others feeding you these lies of a new beginning of life and finding the light. Lies of the golden gates. Lies making you believe you are something that you are not. Not giving you your own life. People, specifically parents, guiding and molding your life, making it how they want it to be. Telling you how to live your life, living thier lives throug you. Causing you to try to pertray this image of the perfect All-American child, Causing you pain and agony. The red, bloody, anguishing scars on your body, That nobody sees or even knows about. Not even your closest friend. Whe nyou are in public you are to act as if there is no fighting, but once you get home there is only screaming and yelling, crying. Soon depression comes over you causing you to make even more scars, even deeper that before. Th pain andagony like you would never know. You hide your true feelings from everybody. Still making yourself up to be this perfect person who has done no wrong no sees no evil to anything. You see we all live in this world that we call home. What a perfect world it shows to be. From the outside looking in. The Bright and Beautiful colors glowing from afar. The miles and miles of fields of green lushish grass. But once you are on the other side of the glass...  All hell breaks through. ....What the world is really meant to be.