They wouldn't leave, They reminded me of what I didn't have, yet what they had was what made me stay away from what I had
If it were to be the same, I would rather be the way I am now, no different, no wiser, no stronger, no harder , just me
Life, when it becomes a joke, each moment a lie, the people that surround are a part of something fictional. Actions which don't make sense. Mistakes which were made in an intent to earn something which was never remembered. Neither the effort, the work, or the care ever appreciated.
Pleasing those who don't deserve it, because they will never understand it
They want to stay where they are, with or without you
And your presence goes un noticed, because when it is noticeable, everyone disappears
and when its inexistant, they appear to play a power game, only their minds can comprehend
Ironic patterns, ones which don't every completely change, they seem to grow into one which works better with the self, and the society we live in .
Hence when you find where your patterns lie, they become easy to distinguish and they pretty much solve your battles in life, your need for work aspects, and the points in life which 'pull you down' or rather take you to a better place.
