Tiny Emotions

All the commotions

that draw attention

All the different fonts

people tend to use

All the words

people tend to never say

Time

that always tends to fly by

Anger

that never seems tamable

Love

that never seems enough

Money

that never seems to be there

Evil

That never seems to vanish

Good

That never seems to be seen

Glory

That never seems to be upheld

Relationships

That never seems to be strong or even enough

There’s always good

That gets downplayed by bad or its opposite

A Mother

Without any kids; their no longer kids

A Husband

Without a wife, but yet a soulmate; or some due to the deeper than surface issues

Children

Without much of a childhood; forced to be grown too fast, too soon

Pain

With no hope of being held; however, kept being enforced among the weak or even the strong

Hate

In which birthed from unjust pain

Parents

That holds no understanding, yet wants children to achieve perfection, but had not yet achieved it themselves

Then there’s Me

So small in the world; yet dreams so big

Screams so quiet, yet hardly ever making a sound

Tears

Informs of such surplice oceans form

Smiles

So minuscule you hardly ever see them

Friends

That is so nonexisting the world seems empty

Pink

So adored, so lush; yet so painful

Beauty

So perfect, yet so flawed

Quiet

So peaceful, yet so loud with words

Silence

So misunderstood, yet so outspoken

Talkative

Yet no one is any more

Spotless

So clean, yet so filthy

Me and You

So much  alike yet completely different

Good and evil

So fairy-tail- istic, yet so realistic

Teachers

So helpful, yet so controlling

Music

So upbeat, yet so undertaking

Siblings

So naive, yet so wise

It’s up to you whether you decide to follow or leid

One or the other