The Cracks

I notice the indescrepancies.

I see the flaws. The cracks in the designs. I see them in people. I wish I didn't.

I see the hypocrisy. More prominent in those whose conviction is loudest.

I see the problems. I hide. I feel my cowardness tearing at my soul. Unable to break from it's fatal grip. I become numb. Moving on from one thing to another. Keeping everything close and everyone far.

They tell you life is hard. They say it gets better. Maybe it's true. I've just gotten used to it.