ROMANTICISM: "DON'T BELIEVE WHAT YOU THINK" BY THE GIVEN HEART

I gossip about where I didn’t spend the day;
I am, completely broken,
I feel this hunger; I have been sucking secrets but my gaps ain’t satisfied.
I worry about what doesn’t make someone to stay alive,
I am carelessly haphazard.
I have not loved once, so I break hearts to prove.
I am, completely unshaken.

What have I accomplished other than hoping like an educated drunkard;
For the most important things that I destroy,
Wishing to feel their smiles after I have trodded them,
Is my ego saying that it is the only way for me to breathe?
I am, the devil in the circle.
Have I not blamed myself?
I am, a toothless liar!
I regret every moment I have spanked myself,
With a corroded thornful whip that has fire.

I am, sick and I am in real pain.
This pain stabs me,
To wait for the true judgement.
Now, I am tired.
What you see, hear, feel and think.
Is that what you think you know about me?
Don’t believe what you think,
I am always following a perverse movie script!
I cunningly dupe, every single person.
Including my true self,
That I imprisoned long time ago; without collecting the receipt.

I know, the real Truth is here,
I can be true for real and toss away my disastrous ego.
I know, the real Light is here,
I can be bright and stay out of the shadows that haunt me all the time.
I know, that the true Way is here,
I can be straight and stop defrauding myself.
I know, the originator of Life is here;
I can wake up from the grave,
That I dug and jumped into as if I am brave.
I have been tormenting myself in here,
Without knowing what breathing really feels like.
I can start living for the true reason I was created for.
I have the chance to cast away this dead body at the shore.
But, I still feel like enjoying the darkness,
It hurts.
My soul is lost, don’t laugh at me,
This is not part of the act I always pull, as a show.

I have lied to myself the whole time,
Why do you think I would have been honest with you?
Who do you think you are?
The only time I am honest, is right now and I feel like being kind.
I am suffering and I am lifeless,
I am completely out of my mind;
I am a complete mess.
When I am inside my senses,
I have some kind of finite power.
Immediately; I am fooling no one because I don’t have my lenses.
I am not asleep nor dreaming so I am a weak tower.
I am in true need of fixing;
I am crying out to the One who we were all accusing.
I need the One who died for me to rescue me;
 So that I can cleanly start over, from the beginning

THE GIVEN HEART

-Zimbabwe

The bart gives an emotional protrayal of being broken down by challenges and fears. Yet, he believes in himself and The Almighty. The voice tells his readers not to believe the thinking that he is a failure.